It all happens very quickly.
I notice a mistake in the Swallowtail. I squint at it. I purse my lips. I look at it over and over and over. It seems a yarnover was forgotten or misplaced a few rows back.
You can see it. Just right there in the center of the picture. A hole where there shouldn’t be, and the absence of hole where there should be.
Having completed the seventh repeat, I decide that trying to fix this mistake is the thing to do. There’s very little room for fudging in lace, as I am quickly and painfully learning.
I’m going backwards now, stitch by stitch. I think I’m even getting those little buggers back in their places correctly.
Here’s when I screw up.
The phone rings, I answer and decide to continue the perilous work of undoing while on the phone. Then the baby wakes up. Then the phone rings again. It just happens so quickly. Stitches are flying everywhere. I can’t hold it together. Off come the needles. I barely manage to get a picture before I stuff this to the bottom of the pile.
I’m trying not to be upset. I understand that another mistake may happen. I wonder what I’ll do if I find myself in a similar predicament a few days from now. Will I rip again?
In the mean time, I’ve made it through repeat four on attempt number two.
It looks perfect at this moment.
And I will hold my breath with each and every stitch. All seventy-eleven of them.