I went to the chiropractor today, as I do every week. As soon as he touched my back, he exclaimed, "Wow, you're tense! What have you been doing?" I was too embarrassed to tell him about the lace knitting, so I mumbled some story about wild sex.
Thank you all for your words of encouragement. I wish I could tell you that I'm settling in and it's moving along. But, friends (deep breath), it's not going well. Does this look like progress to you?
No, I know it doesn't. But I assure you, this represents many, many hours of my life--hours that I will never get back. I was going to blog about the second dropped stitch, and the hour I wasted trying to pick it up before I gave up and ripped back ten rows (Ten rows! Trust me: it's more than it sounds.) But that was so many mistakes ago now that I barely remember it. After several hours of knitting and ripping and re-knitting, I think I am almost back to where I left off two nights ago.
There is a chance that I am not cut out for this. I think I may have a defect that prevents me from knitting lace. Maybe something related to my spatial orientation problem. Because I swear, I look directly at the chart. I copy every stitch. I check them all twice. I count the stitches at the end of the row. And on the next row, I'm missing stitches. Not occasionally. Almost every row. I've checked the pattern. I've looked for errata. It's not the pattern; it's me. Somehow, even as I recite "k2tog, yarn over, knit 1, yarn over, ssk," I keep forgetting the second yarn over. It's not like I've never done this before. My last three sweaters were done in lace stitches. So was the endless blankie. And let me tell you, I can yarn over with the best of them. So what the heck is my problem?
I need a drink of water.