Affaire de coeur?

A year ago last August, I began a dalliance with a little something new. I was hot off my affair with a summer love that was promised to another and could never be mine. Foolishly, I thought I could just move on and this hot little number would make me forget all about summer.

At my age, I should know better. After all, we all know rebound affairs never work now, don't we?

Still, I didn't let that stop me and last October, I began to pursue my new interest with abandon.

Perhaps you remember this steamy run in I had with the Louet yarn on a cone and a US size 6 lace needle. Shamefully, I never finished it and truth be told, I dumped it like a hot potato when we ran into trouble on row 116. Shortly after the break-up, the holidays came around and I was busy--my mind too preoccupied to attend to mindful knitting--and then I had to compete in the Knitting Olympics. Really, it was one excuse and project after another. I did well ignoring the siren call of the lace until I accidentally bumped into it while reorganizing my knitting room.


Pitter-patter went my heart. I told myself this was just gas or some other form of mistaken heart palpitations. I shoved it back into the depths of the closet, but it never left my mind.

In a moment of insanity today, I plucked the Pretty as a Peacock shawl out of the bag where it's been taking up space, attempted 4 times to knit row 116 and ended up ripping back to row 99 where the lifeline was living. Not such an auspicious new beginning, but in doing so, I found where we went wrong. I was attempting to read and knit the written version, but realized to my chagrin...THERE ARE MISTAKES in the written version. Gargantuan mistakes. Not mine, and not the shawl's, but the author's.

I'm an idiot. I should have known that this beautiful piece of art would not knowingly lead me down the path of unrequited love.

I think now that my head is in a different place, this shawl and I will begin anew and we'll take it one day at a time. I have donned my rose colored glasses and we will swear to one another that we'll only use the charted version of the pattern.

Words are cheap.