The only way I can see having a chance at wearing evilly pretty purple socks on Halloween is if I'd got my Bellatrix socks to their heel flaps by the end of Saturday night. And look!
A sock leg all the way through its chart!
Two sock legs all the way through their charts!
I was up till midnight pulling that off. And then - still before midnight - I read the pattern instructions.
Repeat the chart once, then repeat rounds 1-24 of chart.
Or in lay terms, find another 8 hours to get the socks to heel.
Well, wanh. I was so annoyed with myself on Sunday for unrealistic deadline-setting I didn't knit at all, all day, except for a few minutes while I waited for friends to turn up for a tea party (Waitrose organic Assam, by the way, a present from Carolyn and insanely delicious) and even then it wasn't on the socks. Instead: I cleaned the house. I mean, I was having a tea party.
Interestingly (to me) I cheered up a lot while cleaning, even though there is nothing I hate more than cleaning. I'm not even a huge fan of tidying. But I love being in a clean and tidy space and get stressed in a messy dirty one, and I'd been letting things go while sitting endlessly on the sofa trying to rush these socks.
About an hour before it was time to pack it in for the day I sat down to watch a string of Buster Keaton movies - oh how I love that man, what a genius - and picked up one of the socks again to start the next 24 rows of chart. Yes, I know. Knitting complicated charted lace while 'watching' a silent film? I didn't get much done. But I felt quite peaceful about it (except when I was thinking I'd made a mistake two rounds back and adjusting it elaborately from above only to realize I'd been looking at the wrong part of the chart, which happened twice.)
I guess the key is just to enjoy knitting and not expect too much from it. I feel so much more adult and responsible now that I've had that reminder...
... and also, grateful that I have a clean house now and can spend most of the day knitting a Bellatrix sock.