In knitting circles lace is spoken of with reverence. We are told that knitting it is hard and demanding and that mistakes drive one to madness.
I tend to hold the view that a lot of things in life aren’t really as hard as we think they are, lace included. Sure, some lace is harder than other lace, but in the end it is only one stitch after another. Right?
Wrong. Last night I began to understand the reputation lace has earned. It kicked my butt (I would have thrown it across the room, but I was afraid my stitches would come off the needles and make my problem even bigger).
Stockinette stitch is looking really good right now.