A few nights ago, I had a nightmare. I was in the house I grew up in, in a sort of futuristic world--think The Net. For some reason, the bad guys wanted to make me disappear. So I grabbed a few small things and ran next door, asking for a place to sit for a few hours until I figured things out. Spying from the porch, I saw someone approach my house, then relaxed--it was just a mail carrier. "Strange," the neighbor said, "our mail hasn't come yet." I looked again, and there was another person dressed as a mail carrier, and they had a huge mail truck into which they were loading the contents of my house. So there I am, in mortal danger from an unknown enemy who is doing their best to make it seem like I never existed, and what goes through my mind? I start to scheme about how I can sneak back into the house and save my yarn. Sick.
Tonight I was thinking about what to take to Stitch 'n' Bitch, and every project I was working on just sounded boring. Deadly, mind-numbingly boring. And I was seized by the desire to knit something new--something different--something for myself. So I searched and found the pattern for the Woodland Shawl. Fingering weight yarn, 460 yards, size 6 needles, and some lace. Perfect. I dug through the stash and found something appropriate in the appropriate yardage, and hit the print button. Turns out I'm out of printer ink. So I did what any self-respecting knitter would do: I wrote the pattern out by hand so I could knit and watch TV at the same time.
Of course, I left a YO out of the first pattern row, and had to go back and find the problem. Luckily I only had to tink 2 rows, and then I was off and running. That's one pattern repeat in the photo above. The pattern calls for 12 repeats, but that just doesn't seem like enough to me; I guess we'll see!
Ahh. I feel better.