So I picked up some Lion Brand Cotton Ease in Taupe (because I figured Taupe will go with pretty much everything, and I presently have no clue what I'm going to wear under it), and with instructions at the ready I cast on and went merrily on my way. The three inches of k2 p2 rib was just the right amount to avoid getting bored. Time for the lace pattern!
This pattern is short and sweet, concisely written, and the lace pattern is easy to memorize. Pretty, isn't it?
It would probably be even prettier if I had followed instructions.
I am now 15.5 inches into this project...three weeks later...about two evenings a week of relaxing repetition...without adult beverages, I might add...and it's time to revert back to k2 p2 rib to complete the top. Or bottom. I'm not sure which. It's basically a rectangle before you seam it, so it probably doesn't matter. What matters is this:
Do you see it? Do you see that part that says "Switch to size 8 needles now..."? Well, I saw it. And I dug into my handy dandy interchangeable needle kit to switch back to my size 8 needles, only to discover that I had only one size 8 needle in my handy dandy interchangeable needle kit. My other size 8 needle was missing! Where could it be? Who had been pilfering my handy dandy interchangeable needle kit? My knit-up friends aren't the pilfering type, so it certainly couldn't be them. My husband doesn't knit. Neither does the dog. I don't have any other projects going right now with the exception of socks, and we all know those don't use size 8 needles, now don't we?
And then I discovered it. My other size 8 needle wasn't missing at all.
It was on the end of my cable. Opposite my size 10.5 needle. The one that was supposed to have a matching 10.5 needle on the other end of the cable, but whose matching 10.5 needle was tucked snugly in my handy dandy interchangeable needle kit.
One of these things is not like the other.
No wonder that one row seemed a little tight on the needle. And maybe that explains why the lace pattern seems to slant to the right. Heck, I don't know. I seriously don't know what to say about it all (she says, despite the fact that she's been rambling for several paragraphs...). I'm still sitting here wondering how I went three weeks without noticing I was knitting with needles of two (noticeably) different sizes.
Obviously, the lack of adult beverages was NO help at all. Hmph.