In which lace kicks my ass. Again.

I finished a paper, so now only one more and a hell of a lot of grading stand between me and some serious egg nog. So I celebrated getting over the first hurdle by knitting. (Of course! I don't have to do those dishes or vacuum or do laundry. Pshaw.) I started the Sea and Shells Stole (a variant of Eunny's beautiful Print 'O the Wave stole.) It's intended for my grandmother, and it's a good thing she's such a fantastic, classy lady who definitely deserves a delicate, fawn colored wrap knit on white needles. I got this far before I somehow got off by four stitches, couldn't figure out where/how, and ripped it all out. It took me about two hours. Ok, I was watching a movie at the time, but two precious hours for seven measly rows? I could have finished my other Pomatomus in that time. So I did what I think most other people would do in this situation. I called the pattern a couple of names (I apologized later: "It's not you, it's me. I'm just no good with lace, baby. You know how I roll."), stuck the yarn in the bin, and started something else after dinner. A variation of Grumperina's Sharfik for my aunt. I love this yarn -- Karabella Aurora 8 feels like what I used to imagine clouds felt like. I'm not nuts about the color, as it's a bit pinker than what I wanted, but I think my aunt will still like it. Or at least, if she doesn't she'll be too polite to say anything and I can fool myself into thinking she really loved the scarf. And that's what Christmas is all about, right? P.S. I'm so sorry about all of the "in which..." titles lately. I just haven't been able to think of snappy names for my posts. I did figure out where I've seen this before though: Polka Dot Mittens! She uses them to much greater effect than I do and her stories are hilarious. Oh, and she's got a gay merman Santa Claus Christmas ornament on her front page right now. Awesome.