Life's like that

You'd think that all the practice from the 200 & some-odd squares I've hooked this year - along with the several years of crochet experience that fueled the odyssey in the first place - would mean that my mistakes would be few and far between. And small. And easy to recognize right off the bat before much damage was done or time wasted.

You'd think that, but you'd be wrong.

Apparently practice doesn't make perfect. It makes you better, but never perfect.

Like so many of those cliches invented to make life appear neat & tidy & easy as pie, this one is a lie. You know, kind of like the, time heals all wounds one, which is also a pile of crap.

Why the disgruntlement? Because tonight - or tomorrow, or whatever day I can actually bring myself to do it - I'm going to have to rip out an entire shawl and start all over again.

So close to the end I can taste it.

Except that it tastes off. Like spoiled milk. Because I just figured out that I made a huge mistake right at the start that has affected the entire piece.

And it explains why it looks more like a long pointy Superman cape than a dainty, short shawl.

Siiiiiigh.

But I did do a couple of things right this week. Today's square and yesterday's. Both, as far as I can tell, absolutely perfect.

Just don't look too close...

August 25 & 26, 2009




A penny saved is a penny earned? What?!

No it isn't. A penny saved is a penny saved.

Harrumph.