...BUT I AM NOT A WIMP!
My friend NancyK and I are both going to be knitting the Candle Flame Wrap from Knitpicks. I'm doing mine in the color pictured, and NancyK is knitting hers in a fuscia/pink/magenta colorway. It is my first serious lace knitting. I got started before NancyK -- apparently I bought the last pair of size 4 24" Addi Turbos at out LYS. Pity.
Anyway, this is a new skill for me, and one fraught with peril for someone as neurotic and high-strung as I. I made it 3" into the wrap, dropped a stitch, and had to rip the whole blasted thing out.
So I told NancyK that I recommended putting in lifelines at regular intervals.
NancyK responded thusly: "I don't use lifelines. Lifelines are for wimps."
While I love NancyK, and have the utmost respect for her as a knitter, I thing she's full of sheapdip on this one point. Lifelines are not for wimps. They are for the knitter keen on learning a new skill. They are for the person who does not mind making mistakes -- but doesn't want to pay the ultimate price for them. The are for the former Boy Scout who always needs to Be Prepared. (Please -- don't write to tell me the scouts discriminate against gays/lesbians/and Jews. I already know, and Norbert isn't a scout because of it.)
This evening I ran into trouble. I had dropped a stitch which had originated in a yarn over a few rows prior. Try as I might, I couldn't pick it up in a way that gave me a uniform lace hole. I thought of just doing my best and just knitting forward, imperfection be damned, but I knew that it would make me crazy and diminish the final product in my eye.
So I pulled the wrap off the needles and ripped back 8 rows to the lifeline. I slipped the stitches carefully back on the needles and I counted my stitches. 97! Just what I was supposed to have!
Ripping back lace is not a job for a wimp. It takes a lot of fortitude. But not as much as it would have if I hadn't run a lifeline!
(BTW, NancyK: Norbert once came home from school and called Myfanwe a wimp. Safe to say, after her "We Don't Call People Wimp in This Household -- First it's Wimp, Then it's Sissy, Then it's Faggot. The Next Thing You Know You'll Be Beating Up Kids Because They Take Dance Lessons and I Didn't Raise You So You'd Grow Up To be Like That" lecture, I can promise you he'll never use that word again. I'm not sure he knew what it meant when he said it, but he knows how strongly we disapprove. Norbert is a good kid, bless him.)