I must have jinxed myself when I was getting all excited to begin knitting Waterlily before I completely finished Dolores.
There I was, stitch 100 out of 105 on the three needle bind off stitches for the first shoulder, when I noticed a bind off stitch wasn’t quite perfect. To be honest, it was good enough. No one one would have noticed except me. But I went all Super-Knitter and figured it would be no big deal to tink back a few stitches to fix the goof and make the bind off seam PERFECT.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
The laugh was on me, because this happened.
In case you can’t tell from my crap photo, that is a thorough and complete unraveling. It happened so fast. The lace went POOF on me. After thirty minutes of tinkering, I knew I was doomed. It was over. Gone.
That night was sleepless. I knew I had only one option. A life line.
Two life lines, in fact. One for each half.
I made my peace with it early on, stayed relatively calm, and cried only intermittently. I didn’t even cuss.
And that is saying a lot for me.
In the end, I knew it was a good thing. There were a couple of spots in my lace that I wasn’t entirely happy with. I knew I could do better. This was the universe’s way of giving me my second chance after all.
Here is another piss poor photo of my life lines. There is just no way to make a life line look pretty. It would be like photographing a corpse for a cover shoot on Vanity Fair. Just. Not. Happening.
I didn’t. Close, mostly.
I liken this to how seriously I have been taking my knitting lately. The dedication. The pursuit of… Hek, I don’t know what I am I pursuit of…a little freakin’ peace and joy in my life.
So, yes, I was desperate and used a life line.
Much like a sailor in a sinking boat dawns a survival suit and hopes for the best.
Or at least that is what I told myself.
And, truth be told, four or five hours later, I had my life lines in, yarn unraveled, stitches untwisted and back on the needles…all accounted for. FIVE HUNDRED AND TEN stitches.
Not five hours after that, I had the first half relaced and complete…and in another four hours or so, I estimate (pray) the second half will also be done.
My husband was so sympathetic and concerned about my plight. He made me tea, read me poetry to soothe my nerves, and offered to take care of Reed for an entire afternoon so I could catch up with my knitting.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
He didn’t even notice. Bless his heart.
I hope to finish next weekend. For reals this time.