In which I try to convince myself: It's all about the process

deep, calming breath. It's all about the process.

Which is a good thing, since I'm spending a lot of time going back to the frog pond lately.

repeat after me: It's all about the process.

Posh Yarn Beatrice in Claret, Cleopatra wrap from Sensual Knits, size 3 needles. I didn't do a gauge swatch (it's lace--who needs a gauge swatch?)

Me, evidently; but it will be fine, since it's all about the process.

I'm 10" in, but already 25% of the way though the yarn.

I can knit it again. More time for process.

The pattern is lovely, the yarn is perfect, the color is gorgeous. So I should be happy to have more time to knit with it, right?

It's like a bad 70's flashback . . .

These two yarns, so lovely by themselves,

Combine into this:
A little too much of a seventies feather-and-fan flashback, which is a shame since the fabric feels lovely.

To the frog pond with it, then. Maybe just the greenish one by itself with the same pattern?