It's dead, Jim.

The half-round shawl is no more. Or rather, it still exists, but it's in a trash bag full of diapers, waiting for a trip down the chute to a dumpster in the parking garage. Last night I was half-assedly knitting on it (while watching Mythbuththerth, of courthe) and discovered a huge mistake in the lace pattern. That, on top of the chewed-up yarn and an error that had been there from the start (due to my reading the chart wrong), was the death knell.

Off the needles, into the trash.

For those of you who'd mentioned you wanted a review of the pattern, it's a good one. I'd put it at intermediate level on skill; it's an every-row lace pattern, meaning there's no purl row to 'reset' the stitches on the needle. But the stitches used are just knit, yarnover, knit two together, and knit three together. And it produces a lace that doesn't quite look knitted, which is cool. I may try to knit this again, some day when I can give it my full attention (you know, like when the Goober goes to college). The failure in this case was with me, not the pattern. The pattern is fine.




Oh. And, um, I kind of bought a spinning wheel last night (an Ashford Kiwi). It should arrive at my house sometime next week. Probably. Brace yourselves.