Do you remember the old school bus song, 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall? I doubt they sing that on school road trips anymore. Or if they do, in order to be politically correct, the subject has been changed to a syrupy drink instead of beer. It doesn't sound right to say, 99 Bottles of Pepsi on the Wall. It just doesn't flow for me. I don't know what was more boring: the bus rides or the repetition of the song. I bring it up because I'm at a point in the peacock shawl where I'd rather poke myself in the eyes with my Addi turbo needles than knit one more never ending row of lace. Those charming return purl rows I was lauding the other day? I take it all back. They take forever, too.
I've completed 42 % of the rows, but don't go getting excited because I've only used 26 % of the yarn. That means I'm only about a quarter of the way through this in a week's time. And that is the problem with shawls. They grow and grow and grow until the blob is too heavy to knit for any length of time and my little knitter's pea brain is led astray. In a few more rows, it's about to double in stitches again and then it's going to take me for-freaking-ever to get through one row.
I think I could use one of those beers right about now.