I'll be the first to admit that after the crappiest two working weeks I've had in ages, I may have imbibed a little too much fig vodka beginning at the stroke of midnight last night, but for the life of me, I can't figure out where I left off on this shawl.
Usually, I'll leave myself notes. I know, deep in my little pea sized knitter's brain, that against better judgment, I stopped somewhere in the middle of a 16 row repeat. The notes may have been on the pattern which has mysteriously disappeared. I know they're not in the Macbook sticky notes I usually use, or let me say, there is a mysterious note that says begin row 9, but it doesn't say for what. Duh.
Counting rows isn't as easy as it sounds as
It's cold here in Detroit. Cold enough to drag out the unfinished wool projects that have hibernated during the summer. Cold enough to make me don wool to go get a haircut. Cold enough to force me up to the yarn store where I got a replacement pattern for this feather and fan shawl.
If I could only count, I'd be hurrying to finish this absolutely gorgeous shawl. I love it. Now that it's cold, I want it now. Yesterday! If it kills me, I'll figure it out.
Maybe the answer will come to me while I sleep tonight--just in case, I should put the shawl under my pillow.