I met up with the afternoon and midnight shift cadre of full time, part time and contingent hospice nurses for breakfast today. We went to the Original Pancake House where I always order The Dutch Baby. Whenever I order, I really want The Big German which is the large version of the dish. I have to remind myself that by itself, the Dutch Baby is plenty and more than that is digestive folly. One day though, I'm going to get what I really want-even if it could feed a family of four for 2 days.
I'm feeling as though I've bitten off more than I can chew with the shawl. As the submission deadline for the Michigan State Fair approaches, I find myself wondering if it's doable. There are a mere 16 rows remaining with only 5 of them having lace stitches and then I have to do the border. I know that doesn't sound like much, but if you take into consideration how many stitches are on the needles, there are 23, 346 stitches to go before I even start the border and then there will be only 9500 stitches remaining. Only then do I get to give this a bath and then find a big enough place to pin this out. Oh. And I need to buy a gajillion pins for that job.
Me and my big mouth. What have I gotten myself into? I should have knit the smaller shawl. You know, I can't take the blame for this all by myself. There were plenty of you who helped lead me astray. Enablers. Every last one of you. If I have to eat crow, well then, so do you.
Next year, remind me that for a summer project, I can only knit socks. No shawls allowed. And absolutely no enabling when I get delusions of grandeur.