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Ugggghhh.
These last 25 rows or so? proving to be excruciating. Some of it is definitely hitting the wall on a project when you get to a point where you're approaching finished and yet you'd rather throw all your work out the window than actually finish it. Working on this has been like pulling teeth this week - wherein I was happily putting in 3+ rows a night a couple of weeks ago, this week I've been lucky to squeak out one. Some days not even that. So progress has slowed to a crawl. Some of it is that the last 25 rows of this pattern is a very detailed repeating pattern where I can't fudge a mistake as easily as I could in the beginning of this project so there have been several instances where I would notice a mistake made at the beginning of a row and then have to rip out a good two+ hours of work. Or just real life copy/paste areas where I'd be comfortable with the pattern I've been repeating and then continue it beyond a point where I'd have to change it. There's been more grumbling and invective hurled at this particular project this week alone than any of the rest of the time since I started it.
Me: Grumble grumble rassum frassum arg [rips out mistake]
Lil'Beast: Did you mess up again?
Me: Yyyyyyyyyyyyyup.
Lil'Beast: Maybe if you quit messing up you'd be done by now.
Unhelpful six year old is unhelpful, surprising no one. >_< Hilariously I screwed up real good about a half hour after this exchange, whereupon I stepped on the handle of my beading box and scattered three colors of beads over a good three foot square area of the Jones Library carpet yesterday. It's gotten to the point where that sort of thing doesn't even warrant cursing anymore, just long sad sighs and the resignation to sit down and pick the beads out of the carpet for the next hour. (Though this time I was kindly assisted by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cell23, Kidzilla and one of the librarians.) At least when they were gathered up and re-containered they made a very pretty mess:
That's the 3rd and least full container, btw, lest you think I'm planting my flag atop Mt. Molehill here.
Price of doing business, I guess. Thought the incident and their aftermath led to one set of the library parents chatting me up - turns out they'd just moved to Amherst from Kensington, not too far from Dad's house, so there was some old neighborhood connecting there.
But yeah, I'm in kind of a state of grumpiness and hatred for this project currently. What is further annoying me is that I'm too close to the end to put it down. I just want to get it DONE at this point so I can finally think about something else. And I'm mad about the dragging of last week - I'd kinda planned to have it done by now.
Oh well. A break, then back to work.
These last 25 rows or so? proving to be excruciating. Some of it is definitely hitting the wall on a project when you get to a point where you're approaching finished and yet you'd rather throw all your work out the window than actually finish it. Working on this has been like pulling teeth this week - wherein I was happily putting in 3+ rows a night a couple of weeks ago, this week I've been lucky to squeak out one. Some days not even that. So progress has slowed to a crawl. Some of it is that the last 25 rows of this pattern is a very detailed repeating pattern where I can't fudge a mistake as easily as I could in the beginning of this project so there have been several instances where I would notice a mistake made at the beginning of a row and then have to rip out a good two+ hours of work. Or just real life copy/paste areas where I'd be comfortable with the pattern I've been repeating and then continue it beyond a point where I'd have to change it. There's been more grumbling and invective hurled at this particular project this week alone than any of the rest of the time since I started it.
Me: Grumble grumble rassum frassum arg [rips out mistake]
Lil'Beast: Did you mess up again?
Me: Yyyyyyyyyyyyyup.
Lil'Beast: Maybe if you quit messing up you'd be done by now.
Unhelpful six year old is unhelpful, surprising no one. >_< Hilariously I screwed up real good about a half hour after this exchange, whereupon I stepped on the handle of my beading box and scattered three colors of beads over a good three foot square area of the Jones Library carpet yesterday. It's gotten to the point where that sort of thing doesn't even warrant cursing anymore, just long sad sighs and the resignation to sit down and pick the beads out of the carpet for the next hour. (Though this time I was kindly assisted by
cell23, Kidzilla and one of the librarians.) At least when they were gathered up and re-containered they made a very pretty mess:That's the 3rd and least full container, btw, lest you think I'm planting my flag atop Mt. Molehill here.
Price of doing business, I guess. Thought the incident and their aftermath led to one set of the library parents chatting me up - turns out they'd just moved to Amherst from Kensington, not too far from Dad's house, so there was some old neighborhood connecting there.
But yeah, I'm in kind of a state of grumpiness and hatred for this project currently. What is further annoying me is that I'm too close to the end to put it down. I just want to get it DONE at this point so I can finally think about something else. And I'm mad about the dragging of last week - I'd kinda planned to have it done by now.
Oh well. A break, then back to work.
23320 / 25840 beads. 137.18 rows. 90.248% done!
