Trenchwork

There are now roughly 70 rows to go.

Thou shalt not laugh when I tell you that I spent 8 hours last night ripping out 32 rows of Idena Mohair Lux (translation:  8 hours of frogging roughly the equivalent of ripping out Kid Mohair).  I just couldn’t let it go; there was one entire section that refused to look like lace but instead bore a strong resemblance to Swiss cheese.

Ok, you can laugh.  Me?—I groaned, muttered under my breath, squinted at it with alternating eyes closed to see if the sloppy bit REALLY was visible, and tried to think of appropriate cusswords which would adequately express my feeling without making me feel as if I were saying something nasty.  Just to clarify that point, there are none.

I got it all back on the needles at 3am this morning.  So much for trying to switch to a daytime schedule instead of nights.