I've vowed to think only happy, joyful thoughts while I knit the wedding shawl, but last night I was emotional as I knit and gave in to the ache that filled me. Wouldn't you know, before long I had a dropped stitch, then I did a lace row (Row 7, if you're interested) on the purl side. I tinked, but things were getting worse. I thought about my deadline, then thought about the fact that it is important for me to get this shawl right. That's not to say there aren't errors in it, but so far (knock on wood), the errors are not glaring.
That's when I remembered the lifeline that Meg had encouraged me to use after every repeat. It's also the same moment that I remembered how, just a few hours earlier, hubris had reared its ugly head, and I nearly decided to forgo the lifeline. It was there to rescue me, though, and I re-knit half the repeat before bed.