Happy Dance!!I am so excited that I finished another project that would be classified as a beginner project. I don't care what the book called it, I am just tickled with myself that it's done, done, done!!

I just love this!! I was so into learning cables that I got carried away with this shawl. Now, I am only 5'2" so it wouldn't take much for a nice sized shawl to fit me. The pattern said it should be about 24 inches in width and 80 inches in length. I kept measuring the length and was I slowly getting there. I had a really good week a few weeks ago where business was slow and I could knit a lot. The last time I remember measuring the shawl it was 71". I just knitted away, night and day and day and night. Then for some reason I asked hubby to grab his trusty man tape measure and help me see how my green monster was going. 84 freaking inches. lol! I did get a bit carried away. Any who, it's done. I finished it a week ago this past Tuesday. My goal was to finish one project before starting another. Since my sweater class got rescheduled it worked out perfectly. I put the last tassel on right before I hopped in the car to drive to class. Now I have a question for all of you advanced knitters. Is there such a thing as "project let down" or "finished project depression"? I was lucky enough to have another project lined right away to ease the pain of finishing the shawl. But what if when the sweater class is over, I have nothing else lined up? Is this why knitters have some many projects all going at once? Is it boredom or mental self preservation?
Moving on...
The second sweater class went on without any of us as far as I know. I told the teacher when she called to check on my progress that it seemed a bit silly to me for us to spend two hours watching me do the stockinette stitch. Boring, boring and some more boring. So since I was the only one who was going to be able to go last night, I told her to take the night off. I would be in class on the 18th and then go from there.
I had a lot done on the body of the sweater until I found three dropped stitches here, there and yonder.
I went back and picked them up. Funny thing was, the more I tried to follow a book's instructions on how to pick up a dropped stitch the worse it got. It was like trying to stop a run in my panty hose. It was frustrating to say the least. I sat back in the chair and looked at how small the recovered stitches were and wanted to break down and cry. You could really see the difference. So guess what...you got it. I ripped that bad boy all the way out and cast on new stitches. I tried to rip it out and put the ribbing stitches back on the needles but to no avail. So I had to start all over. I have now done that whole process twice. Is knitting supposed to make you cry and act snotty to your family members when they try and talk to you while you are in the throws of a knitting trantrum? Did someone tell me this was fun?