though probably not in my office where the heat is off in spite of the rainy weather and where I’ve been instructed not to wear my fleece jacket because it looks unprofessional. So here I sit, shivering, in the warmest work-wear I could come up with. Oh, yes, I could get a mini-heater, but that would be illegal, a fire-hazard, and probably blow out the circuits of my cubicle and those around me. Of course, it’s not illegal that our office building only heats the offices — I was told that “body heat and computers” should keep me warm enough out here in cubicleville . . . bastards! Another example of why corporate America blows, up there with expense accounts for the highest paid people and creative manipulation of the “work week” to minimize overtime . . . but I digress . . .
Last week the bosses were out of town so I stuck it to the man by knitting almost to the end of the Peacock Feathers shawl (yay!) and even knit myself out of my blues . . . right up to the point where disaster hit and I had to rip back two sections of the shawl back to not one but two lifelines!
Thank goodness, really, for lifelines . . . they are a lace knitter’s very best friend.
Stay tuned for photos of my brilliant rescue of the shawl by pinning it out and re-working each row with pins . . . really, I was quite proud of myself by the time I’d successfully worked my way back to row 205. But that’s the beauty of knitting . . . you can cheat if you want but for the perfectionists among us there is always a way to fight your way back to perfect.