What kind of knitter am I? Apparently, an arrogant one.
Over three feet of lace is flowing easily from my needles with nary a mistake in sight. Do I put a lifeline in anywhere? No! I don't make mistakes!
Until I do.
It was a relatively minor gaffe, but I'm submitting this for publication! Mistakes cannot be tolerated! So I carefully drop the stitches in the affected area and start reworking them correctly.
Except that I didn't rework them correctly.
When I got to that place on the next row, after I believed I had corrected the problem...I hadn't. I managed to make it worse.
There are no lifelines anywhere on this piece. I know I should rip back to the last row I'm sure I have right....but I can't stand, right now, the thought of tinking eight rows of lace, and if I take it off the needles to frog without a lifeline, I may never get it back on without creating even more problems.
When I came to this horrid realization, I started to hyperventilate. It's been half an hour now, and I still feel a bit queasy. The throbbing headache I already had definitely didn't help.
Today, I make this solemn vow: I will use lifelines. I am not above using lifelines. I will embrace the lifeline.