It's an interesting thing to be humbled by an inanimate object. Yes, I have been humbled by these beads and this project. It's a lovely project...Full of mystery, intrigue, and scenes of me ripping out my knitting six times. SIX. TIMES.
I knew from the beginning that I wouldn't quit. Though I've considered not casting on again and letting my pretty yarn and my pretty beads lie there together in my pretty bowl as a sort of decorative piece on the coffee table. I did consider that for a minute or so.
These beads have been the cause of much angst. They are like petulant teenagers running amuck all over my knitting. Sometimes jumping into another row or stitch with no respect for the delicacy in which I was placing them.
I knew that knitting lace with beads accurately was a bit crucial and as I sat ripping out stitches over and over I realized that this project was here to broaden my knitting fortitude. To garner my wits to try something uncomfortable in a venue I have grown comfortable in.
I've decided not to go backwards anymore. Six times is enough for me. I've decided that a few yarn overs with missing beads is okay by me. I've decided that I'm letting go of the need for it to be perfect. Let's be honest, not many people will even notice that on the third row in the second repeat that I forgot to slide my beads over onto the knitting. No beads and I'm okay with that.
What an opportunity, yet again, to look at the art of perfectionism.
Now? Well, now I have their number. They have met their match. I have figured out who is the boss of these beads. Most of the time at least.
In the end, I have learned a few things about beads and a few things about myself. They have made it possible for me to turn frustration into enjoyment.
Plus, I might actually have something to wear when this is all done so it can't be all bad.