Olympic Trials

They call it that for a reason, don't they? As I sat knitting merrily along on my lace, I came to a row that didn't match up. It didn't add up. It was WRONG. I didn't understand. I counted and counted and recounted. Still wrong. So last night, I had to let go of 4 rows of knitting.

To any normal knitter, this would just be a quick trip to the frog pond. I am not saying it wouldn't be a hurtful trip, but quick. I am not a normal knitter. Not with lace anyway. I have to un-knit my mistakes. One stitch at a time. So, I un-knit 4 rows. Of LACE. You see the mental picture, right?

Well it was kind of theraputic. Yes, I meant that. I was just merrily (well maybe not) un-knitting my lace, watching t.v. so I could kind of get my mind off of it. And after I had it back to normal, I actually did put in a lifeline. I don't ever do this cause I just don't like it, but I didn't want to have to do it again. At least not this soon.

Well, before I tried again, I went to the message boards and looked to see if anyone else had the same or similar problems. They did and I took notes. Today I re-knit those 4 rows and 3 more rows on top of that. It seems to be back in order, so I can breathe. I will resume tonight after LOST. Hope everyone else is having better luck.