Life's a Stitch

I'm one of those people who can live a long time just putting up with things, get to the end of my rope and reach the point of ENOUGH, goodbye, I don't need this. Examples in my past include a place of employment and a major relationship. Not a bad thing, it's how every attempt at weight loss has been approached in my life. I remember once, in my thankfully distant past, being told by the receptionist at the clinic where I worked "Girl, you are bustin' out of those jeans."  That's all I needed and 26 pounds later I felt liberated.

Don't worry, I'm not quite at the end of my knitting rope with Print O the Wave. It's brought me awfully close. Close, but not there. Yet. I'm leaving my options open.

I am an experienced lace knitter, having taught a Charlotte's Web class, and completed a long list of brain twisting lace patterns  including Kiri, Rippling Waters, C'est La Vie, amongst others, and the one that illustrates my gluttony for punishment – Charlotte's Web the second. 

The first disaster was self inflicted, having put it away without those rubber thingies (AKA in our house as mommy's little pink/yellow nipples) at the end of the needles, and dropping the whole darn shootin' match when attempting to knit at an airport between flights. We've all been there in one way or another. The second phase included picking up 600+ stitches around the edge, only made worse by my tendency to enlargen patterns. Remember my behemoth Lady Eleanor?

Ok, I'm now onto phase three – the edging. And then there's the blocking. I'm flirting with ENOUGH. How do you think seasilk will smell in a fireplace? It's only a sick fantasy, our fireplaces having been filled in with the fake gas variety. Want to take bets? Will Life's a Stitch endure or will she get to ENOUGH?