WARNING: Whining is imminent.
Sigh... I'm still working on the damn Baby Chalice Blanket. It's going so slowly I feel like I've been gestating the damn thing for at least nine months!
Maybe it's not as bad as I think; after blocking, it won't be a shriveled mess, but for now I feel like I knit and knit and knit and get maybe an inch for my trouble. All I want to do is get it done so that I can make something else. Like a sweater. Like one of the three sweaters in my queue - any of the three would be an improvement.
Maybe I'm not a good lace knitter. It takes a lot of concentration and nothing is more frustrating to me than knitting a whole row and finding out I'm one stitch short. I hate it! I don't mind paying some attention, but I can't pay total attention. My mind is a perpetual motion pinball machine that lights up, dings, shakes, rocks, rattles, and rings. Clearly, silent, meditative knitting ain't my thing.
Like always, the only answer is perseverance. This too shall pass. But apparently not soon enough!