Lunchtime, I looked at my Bloudewedd shawl in progress and loathed it. I could see mistakes, and I knew no matter what, I would never wear the thing. So I ripped everything up, and started the pattern I had originally intended for it. Got four rows in, felt pretty confident.
Took a break and wanted to continue. A colleague, however, got really chatty. Despite my best efforts, I lost count, couldn't figure out what was going on, and had to start over completely.
I'm trying not to cry. I really want to do this.
But here's a hint: if I'm not making eye contact, smiling, and my only responses between numbers is curt nods, STOP TALKING TO ME.
I'm going to have to find a lace-making hidey hole for breaks cuz Heaven knows I'm not going to get that at home either.
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