This sort of metabolic behavior is what I blame for my dropping so many stitches on the Beaded Diamond Fantasy shawl I've been slaving over. Saturday, right before we were supposed to leave for an impromptu taco night at a friend's house, disaster struck and I dropped two stitches, which of course promptly wiggled their way down to the yarn over from whence they sprung. I then spent twenty infuriating minutes trying to get the stitches back up to the needle, but I just could not get it together and ended up frogging sixteen rows back to the lifeline. The tangled mess of yarn that ensued represented three days of knitting and I don't even want to think about how many stitches, but it was worth it to not have a big wonky hole in my masterpiece shawl.
Thank goodness for lifelines! I have been putting in a lifeline every row #37, and the thought of having to toss the entire shawl made it much easier to yank out those paltry sixteen rows. I have dropped a stitch or two in reknitting what I lost, but so far I have been able to do tiny crochet-hook surgery to pull them back up.
And, yes, my beads smell like ketchup. I love these tiny little condiment bottles; if you get anything from me you may find a little jar of mayo snuggled in there.
I have good news: my last chemo treatment is tomorrow, yay! Surgery is scheduled for June 23, so I get an extra week of recovery beforehand, so I'm planning a booby bon voyage bbq for the afternoon before. Who doesn't like cupcakes with gumdrops on top?