... I've been knitting "sous sous" (a Loop London pattern) for months now.
The recommend yarn was beautiful yes, but very (VERY) expensive so after a deep research in the depth of Revelry I settled for a replacement in the shape of Rowan Tweed DK.
It's a beautiful pattern. Geniusly (yes, it's a word) designed.
I started from the back.
Not a problem.
Never a mistake.
Not a frog in sight.
Wam bam thank you m'am.
Now the front... it's a different story.
I lost the ability to count.
I lost the ability to follow a chart.
I kind of lost the ability to knit!!
Unravelling is my middle name...
Frogging is my first name!
Disaster. Catastrophe. Mess. The swearing that sometimes ensued would have made a gang of Hell's Angels blush.
And then this:
I wanted to give up. I wanted to turn this into one of those projects my grandchildren would find at the back of the cupboard when I'm dead. I wanted to cry actually.
Instead, I drank a whole bottle of 'rescue remedy' (kidding. I'm kidding!!) and ordered two more balls from the first shop I could find with an overnight delivery... forget about dye lot (I did have a feeble attempt at that...)... because I knew that if I didn't this would become one of those 'vintage knitting projects' on eBay when people empty grandma's flat. Which is kind of sad.
So tonight, I'll carry on.
Send good wishes. And more rescue remedy.