On the flight to Arizona, I cast on Swallowtail. After spending a couple of minutes reading then faking the cast-on, all went swimmingly. Before we left Arizona I had finished the first lace section and was ready for the lily of the valley section. The silk yarn was heavenly.
On the flight back, I started the complicated business of trying to purl 5 together. I began thinking I should have put in a lifeline--something I have never done before. I always panic when learning a new skill, then get a few rows in and everything clicks, nothing seems hard. You'd think that would give me confidence when I approach that learning curve on a new project--but it hasn't. It did, however, make me feel OK about the lack of a lifeline.
So forward I went. I pulled out the extra sock needle to help me and kept dropping it underneath the seat in front of me. Very frustrating. Finally, I started getting the rhythm down. Finally, I started to gestalt the whole thing.
And I realized I had made a terrible, terribly stupid mistake. In my panic about the p5togs, I had neglected to notice that the two sides are not identical. The lilies tilt in to the center to make them symmetrical. How had I not seen that, or just plain known that of course it was true?
Purl 5 together is hard to do. It is even harder to undo.
Cobwebby-laceweight silk yarn does not allow one to see what one is doing well, either.
So I ran a lifeline, at least as well as I could, through the end of the earlier section. And I frogged. And I stuck it in a bag and left it to meditate on its misdeeds for a couple of weeks.
Last night I tried to get it back on the needles successfully--but such was not to be.
In a fit of frustration, I frogged the whole thing.
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A book of patterns sitting on my lap,
Fresh ball of silk, a pair of needles-—and Thou
Beside me knitting on the couch.
with apologies to the Rubaiyat