Best Laid Plans
Yesterday I missed out on my usual Sunday knitting spell (during a soccer game) and instead worked on my Shetland shawl when we got home. My husband commented that my shawl was looking really good. Naturally I had to hold it up, stretch it out some, for him to more accurately admire it. Pride truly goeth before destruction... because the circular needle holding my stitches dropped the last 8 inches of knitting off both ends. No biggie, I can pick it up. True, and I did, and some of it was easy to fix. Most had not run madly in all directions. Except for one really bad section which overwhelmed me so much I threw the shawl in the corner to work on today. The fact the row just completed had a fair number of yarnovers and decreases, and it was true lace (every row has action: preceding rows also yarnovers and decreases) and for some crazy reason quite a bit of it just melted away thru several rows worth of work. This was one of the worst of the messed-up-motifs This is what it is supposed...