Not happy with the lace knitting and the BIG QUESTION!!!!! The saga of SOTSii

I'm still knitting the blasted lace and I'm










This is how I look when I'm knitting..............







And it's not a good look.........very FRAZZLED.





I am all organised.......................





I start off looking like this












I have the












and a












and the










I've put in many








(LIFELINES!!!!!!!!!!!!! that are supposed to save you!)



and I bought special lace needle which is fantastic...................









I have gorgeous yarn which is 50% silk and 50% New Zealand wool which knits up beautifully.







but I am still hearing that blasted croaking sound from the





I don't know why he looks so damned happy...................Probably because he is famous and doesn't give a damn..............


I will have to go and read my







and breath........................





Otherwise I think I'm going to turn into an extremely fat relaxed cat and just go and lay under a tree and play with the yarn.




I really do think that I should go sit under a tree because I thought I had it sorted last night and ended up pulling out six more bloody rows. GRRR!


This animal is testing my patience to the ultimate limit!

It is sitting on the floor where I threw it in disgust!

What to do?

Do I continue on with struggle? Do I unpull and make up into lots of socks.....which incidently I can knit very easily. Even with complicated patterns.
I was reading the latest Interweave Knitting magazine and noted a PERSON has an alter ego when she knits.
Maybe I should have an alter ego.................WENDY? Where are you............
Now this is abject ramblings of an seemingly sane person out in society.............but in the depth of my humble abode with the knitted animal sitting on the floor I have turned into some type of feral creature counting stitches over and over again...........knowing that numbers and I have never bonded let alone become friends.
Perhaps I will have a brain wave and figure it out like a flash of lightening from the heavens.