Rip, tink, frog, whatever you want to call the tedious process, I took out 24 rows of lace knitting, with over 300 stitches in each lace row. It was knit incorrectly
Was it g-d punishing me? Was I supposed to take this injustice because I did not recycle that latest plastic milk jug, pushing it way down in the garbage can, hoping it would not be noticed by the neighborhood eco patrol? Or was it payback because I spoke harshly to my cranky father? Or because my telephone manners were poor when I did not identify myself when making that phone call a few weeks back? Or am I just a totally bad person?
Sob...here is the lovely Eliina being ripped out, along with my aching heart:
Or could it just be a mistake, and life goes on?
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
Sigmund Freud (1856-1939)
Stay tuned for the latest assesment in a few weeks, hopefully after the Lovely Eliina is finished with the lace knit the way the designer intended.
Stay tuned for the latest assesment in a few weeks, hopefully after the Lovely Eliina is finished with the lace knit the way the designer intended.