I don’t regret frogging the Sheep Shawl. I wasn’t very far into it and it wasn’t working out. What I am having second thoughts about is casting on Juno Regina with that Baruffa Cashwool that I wound on Saturday. The pattern is working out–I like it and it likes me. Also, the yarn is both soft and sturdy–at least as sturdy as lace-weight can be. The problem is that on Friday, I ordered the yarn for the Peacock Feathers Shawl. As content as I am with Juno, I know that she will get tossed aside like a frumpy hausfrau for a sexy new vixen. I wonder if it would be more fair to undo the very little (20 rows) that I have done and put her aside when I can focus more completely on her. I am a bad bad knitter that knows nothing of knitting monogamy.
Also, Matt is still sick and has begun making a sound during the night like someone is attempting to have maritals with an undead goose; it is a very squishy honk. I need sleep.