Repairo!

My lace knitting has been stalled since Sunday.

Last Thursday I noticed that I had accidentally knit into the stitch below, not usually a glaring error except that it was smack in the middle of an otherwise smooth stockinette diamond. I really hate ripping back lace. It fills me with anxiety that I will never be able to hook it back up correctly, that I will just have to rip the whole thing out and never want to knit again. I tried ignoring it for a few days, but it didn't go away. I sighed, gritted my teeth and laddered back a two-stitch wide swath to the offending stitch. The stockinette was mended in a jif, but the lace took me two days.

The first day, I just looked at it. Georgia O'Keefe said, "to see takes time like to have a friend takes time." So I took time to look at my lace.

The second day, I charted on graph paper, the exact section I was working on and followed it like a road map. I think the repair is accurate, but if knitting needles are our magic wands, why can't we just say "Repairo"?