Lace headaches

That could be some goofy post-modern poem title, dontcha think?

So my goal was to knock out a little shrug for Lulu this week--I wanted to have it done yesterday--but alas, the pattern was not allowing a quick knit (it kind of was, to be honest.  It'll be done today, and that's still pretty good).

The lace in this pattern--a tiny portion! hardly enough time to bung anything up!--it's right in the decrease section at the top, and it was just wrong.  I knew it knitting it, and when I finished the last row, I could see it plain as day.  Two sections were fine, and three were not.  That will not do.

Now I have a thing about going back.  If I leave something at home when I'm going out--even if it's essential and I won't be late going to retrieve it--it is odious to me to go back.  I hate doing things over.  So it is with knitting, and unless it's a horrible mishap that cannot be overlooked or compensated for, I forge on and pretend all is well.  I'd rather make do than rip out and re-knit.  So much time wasted!

This was one I couldn't abide, and on top of it I knew the pattern was written poorly or something, so I had to do some figuring, some counting, some mental jiggering . . . annoying, all of it.  In the end I decided that I didn't like that lace anyway, and I pulled something from a stitch dictionary.  Little Flowers.  It's delightful.  It worked out.  I still had to figure and jigger and count, but it was worth it.  When I finish up, I'll post pics.  After being irritated enough to want to pull the whole thing out (an impulse I'm glad I resisted), I actually like this little sweater quite a bit.

Next up:  a baptismal romper all in "Falling Water" lace.  Couldn't be more appropriate, right?