That Irish Diamond Shawl?
It hates me.
It does not want to be knit.
Well, actually – I’ve given up and cast on a ‘quickie’ preemie sweater to donate to Stitches from the Heart
. Because I can do that one in my sleep. Blindfolded. With NPR, Scooby Doo, children and
husband all blathering on in the background. While sitting on a tack ignoring the fire alarm, which is what I use instead of a timer for cooking purposes.
I have done so because the shawl is going to make me crazy if I keep trying to work on it while all the above is happening. Not only have I had to tear out one, two or three rows to get back to where the boo boo is, but I’ve had to do it repeatedly
. Because I get distracted, and the lace looks like a plate full of Top Ramon on the needles, so I get two or seven rows further along before suddenly I look at it and go, “Um, whoa. That ain’t right…”
And tearing out lace…well, I’m getting to where I’d rather tear out my fingernails than tear out another row. I’d rather tink* it.
Each row takes almost half an hour to knit now. HALF AN HOUR! PER ROW!! I’m close, oh so very tantalizingly close…a mere twenty three rows stand between me and the blocking of this project. Which is only about twelve hours. IF and ONLY IF!! I can, for the next twenty three rows, not
screw up which row I’m on or get off on my counting or some other damned stupid thing!!!
To Which End, I have Herewith Decreed that I shall only work on this project in the dead of night or the wee hours between Husband Departure and Child(ren) Awakening, when I can focus
Between times – it’s socks, baby sweaters or (another) stupid baby blanket.
Anything else is just begging for a long stint at a mental institution. And I’m both too poor and
too cheap to go to one of those plush places where one is fed cappuccino during one’s therapy session and gets good drugs on demand. I’d end up in one of the ones where screaming lunatics bawl their angst day and night, slam their furniture against the locked door and paint the walls with their porridge.
And gee. I’ve already got all that right here at home…
*tink: the process of ‘undoing’ stitches one by one – ‘knit’ spelled backward and possibly the biggest PITA** in the knitting world
** Pain In The Ass***
***Which here means ‘rear end’ rather than ‘donkey’****
****Human rear end, not a donkey’s*****
***** Although what the heck difference it really makes is beyond me; I imagine that a pain in a donkey’s behind would be worse than a pain in a human behind simply because of the size difference. I mean serious – a donkey has a lot more
behind to have a pain in than the average human…
I can't imagine trying to create that shawl - no way. nope. I'm sure that you will get it done but you will have to work those last 23 rows in the miniscule interstices of your life where you actually get some quiet. The good news is that a shawl like the will look lovely on you at any age - even if you are 50 before you get it done (I mean that in the nicest possible way!)
Por favore - your black background makes your blog impossible for me to read. I have to highlight the whole thing. I'm sure it is my monitor (right - couldn't be my eyeballs!) but still.....
Huh - that's weird. The background looks navy blue to me.
Black or navy, it's still hard to read!
Another option regarding the shawl: save it for when the nest is empty.
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