A few weeks back, John suggested that I put down the baby sweaters and hats and make something for myself. We're headed to a wedding in St. Louis in a few months, and I thought it might be nice to have something lacy for over my shoulders during the ceremony. I asked around, looked through my stuff, and decided to make myself a Swallowtail Shawl (which I'd link to if I wasn't so pissed off). I made one for my mom on a larger needle a few years ago, and I had some cream-colored cobweb weight yarn in hand for my own. MOST of it has a 6-row repeat that's easy to memorize, so I could work on it while watching Milo.
I got done with the 14 pattern repeats, but decided that it looked really small. (I am not a narrow-shouldered woman). A little math, and I saw that I'd have to add 10 pattern repeats to make the numbers work out. I put in a lifeline and kept going. After 6 of the additional repeats, I put in another lifeline.
One day, while playing, Milo grabbed the knitting and pulled the second lifeline halfway out. (I knotted the first, but not the second. Why? No idea.
Whatever. I kept going.
I finished the 10 extra repeats, bringing me to 315 stitches to start the first of 3 border patterns. There are nupps. I've done the thing before, and so I know that the nupps are problematic. As far as I can tell, I did everything right on them, using a needle 3 sizes down on the purl row and all. But about 3/4 of the way back on the first purl row, the yarn broke. Not the yarn I was working with, but the yarn in the nupp.
I have not yet shed tears. I am trying to be calm. But I have no lifeline. The yarn would be ruined by a huge pull-back. I have the all knit setup row for Border #1, and it's 3 rows back.
Right now, I'm going to try to pick up the stitches. All 315 of them. I know if I miss one, That column will unravel and, well, as John said, "It will be like the last season of The Wire. It's not going to end well for anyone."
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