Note that I am not typing this from the confines of a mental institution. Further note this is significant given my last update on my little ol’ lace project.
In an alternate ending, this could have been my eulogy. Or at least A Eulogy. Of something. Not good. In fact, in said alternate ending, this entire post could have read something like:
F$#%%$$% S^&^^&%%^^^%^%^% &**&&&&&& *****&^%$#@!@#$^
Except I got lucky.
Fanfare aside, it all worked out fairly well in the end, once I got past the first lace repeat. My psychic instinct must have kicked when I decided to skip one of the lace repeats after all. And what a good thing it was. I cast of with a meter of yarn to spare, braced to unravel my swatch if need be. Granted, the final shawl is nearly twice as long as specified in the pattern. And, no, I didn’t compare my swatch to the pattern to calculate necessary adjustments. Instead, I ignored my swatch entirely and just went for it.
Sink or swim.
I still don’t know when I will ever wear this thing, as lovely as it is. I barely made it through blocking without snagging it. And my cat barely made it through blocking without being permanently relocated to a new home.
Here is what I know: no more lace for me for quite some time. Don’t let me forget.
Yarn: Nirvana Lace-one skein
Needles: Size 8 (5 mm)