text: Ouch – Scattered Thoughts
  Forehead>Desk
  Forehead>Bloody Desk See the blood? SEE it???
  It took all afternoon, but I ended up with an inch and a half of beautiful, soft, dusky pink, evenly neat ribbing.
  I did the increase.
  I did the knit row.
  I put in the stitch markers (improvised from lengths of differently coloured yarns)
  I knitted the first row of lace pattern
  and knitted another row – ooh, it was looking lovely
  I began the second row of the lace pattern and…
  …it was wrong. Too many stitches. (already???)
  I began to tink but found that I just couldn't see the teensy tiny stitches. I need new glasses.
  "I won't mess," thought I, "I'll just rip it back to the rib, and start the lace again – but maybe not in the half light next time." Eminently sensible, I'm sure
  BUT (and there is always a but) I found the teensy tiny rib stitches just as difficult to deal with
  "I won't mess," thought I, "I'll just rip it out, and start again – but maybe not in the half light next time." Eminently sensible, I'm sure (- and with a distinct sense of déjà vu)
  BUT (and there is always a but) it's cashmere lace, isn't it? And it does NOT take to being unpicked and re-knitted.
  I cast on again and have done a few rows but it looks like a dog's breakfast now.
  The yarn is too expensive to throw out the length that I unpicked. I shall have to live with it and assume that it will all come right in the wash.
  One thing is for sure: no more knitting on these mittens unless I am as fresh as a daisy and the ambient light is good. And, when I do knit on them, I shall be working very slowly and very carefully.
  It's the knitting goddess again, isn't it? She's beating me up because I am supposed to be slipping and cabling.