My Captain Obvious moment came this weekend: don’t waste time knitting something when you aren’t feelin’ it. I will do the gift armwarmers later. I will do socks later. It’s been cold and I want cold-weather accessories. I stumbled across a forgotten Michael’s gift card in my desk drawer, and it happened to have a bit of a balance on it. End result: two skeins of SWS in Natural Plum, destined for Branching Out. I started it last night and after some false starts, I’m happily knitting away.
I had to frog it several times before I realized a) when you haven’t worked lace in more than six months, the lifeline is your friend, and b) pens can write on paper, therefore I can mark on my pattern which stitch is number 5, number 10, etc, and thus keep track. Since I started running the lifeline on every repeat, I haven’t had to frog it. Ah, fate … you bitch.
Edited to add: got home from the office, knit three rows, and managed to make some crazy-ass mistake that I couldn't trace back. I had to rip back to the last lifeline. I am simultaneously happy to have had it there and annoyed that I had to use it.