I have been fretting over the Lace Dream Shawl for weeks. I have never been able to get past the 17th row -- which I have ripped back and re-knit at least 10 times. Each time taking pains to knit exactly as my lace book told me to. Several times referring back to the original patter (instead of my lace book) to make sure the instructions I had typed and printed in large type were accurate. I did this repeatedly. WEEKS. And if I wasn't re-working the row, I was feeling bad about my inadequacy and inability to complete a simple row of knitting.
Well, it turns out that I HAD typed the pattern wrong. And each time I went back to the original pattern, I continued to read it wrong. WEEKS!
Well this morning I have finally made progress. It hasn't made me happy yet -- I'm still slathered in my own stupidity. But eventually I will make enough progress to force the frustration from my mind.
In the meantime, here are a couple of pics that make me happy. This is our beloved cat, Liffey. Liffey adores me. The feeling is mutual. Liffey obviously doesn't hold on to stress like I do.
Oh. Speaking of stress. Have I mentioned that I have put away the Ishbel shawl for a couple of days because the first row of Chart C doesn't come out right for me?
Calgon, take me away.