Mes Mains are really gauche
or at least me brain...
I ripped all the way back to my lifeline yesterday. And then discovered that my lifeline hadn't picked up about four stitches, so I had to ladder them back up. I also had to teach myself how to ladder them back up while doing all of this. Yay. I ran a new lifeline. This time, while sitting in a nice, well lit, stationary conference room. Not on the subway. I think I've determined that maybe attempting to do delicate work such as threading a lifeline should NOT be done in a moving vehicle of any sort.
So I'm back at the beginning of the lace section. I hate it when you get all the way through a really tough row and discover, five stitches from the end, that you are exactly one off. Damnit.
A new project
Georgia has requested a navy blue sweater to match her school uniform. So now I'm off in search of a cute child's cardigan pattern and some soft yet machine washable wool.