I made a fatal flaw in my Spring Doily yesterday.
I could not figure out why I could not finish the last repeat... Took me forever to find what was amiss. The count was off somewhere... Good grief!
It was a devastating moment, but passed once I realized, it's my fault for once again rushing along, not paying attention and forgetting that I had promised myself to pay heed to each and every stitch.
When I get into that rushing mode, I see I lose the enjoyment of being satisfied as I go, because I am tatting the very best that I am able. Then the whole challenge of a piece is gone. Why tat then?
So, here I am, leaving this piece behind, as I have begun it again! The silver lining is that I find the colour set-up way too dark, so am revising it a bit in the next piece.
To think, I had even ordered two balls of thread so as not to run out and then had to begin again anyway.... Ironic.