It only took nine grueling days.
Over one week of counting yarn-over holes every few rows, lining up stitches, grumbling about my hubris and knitting misfortune. Everyone around me knew my pain–a sufferer in silence I am not.
But I have emerged from the Valley of the Ripped, and tomorrow dawns a new day. I will begin the final, blessedly decreasing section of this shawl. I hope I am more fearless (and less foolish) than before as a result of my trial.
This shawl may be green, but to me it has the red heart of Superman’s cape!