Self- Sabotage

That's exactly what it was, folks.

I sat down with The Lace yesterday afternoon. I began the row I knew I was on; it was even marked off in pencil on the chart.

Yet it was wrong. (Personal success moment: I 'read' the lace, and recognized that my YO's weren't lining up. Yay, me!)

I checked it over, fretted, fumed, cussed, threw the remote, cried, and walked away.

Last night, after putting the house to bed and downing a blueberry martini (highly recommend), I sat down with it to figure out where it all went to hell.

I checked the last row, a purl row. (Oh, yeah, because that's where a mistake was going to be, right?)

I ripped it out.

I was just about to rip out the previous row, which pissed me off greatly because...dammit, I had 6 rows left when this went wrong!

I kept looking. Something wasn't right.

I checked the chart.

I didn't have 6 rows left when I sat down to knit yesterday...I had 4.

I frogged what didn't need frogging.

I stayed up last night and finished Adamas to the bind off.

I went to bed with a huge smile on my face.

And I just finished the cast off.

I couldn't be more proud of me. I just finished My Very First Real Lace Project.

I love it.

And I'm hooked!

Now, who's gonna help me block this sucker???