Driven to Drink by Orangina

OK.

One of the honest-to-God real reasons I took up knitting was that I knew it would help keep me away from the wine aisle in Tesco (apart from being a lovely little relaxing creative outlet).  But, you must understand that the deterrent would not lie in the fact that I was too busy to drink or buy the wine.  No, it would be because I'm so terrified of messing up my beautiful works of art that I would be taking no unnecessary risks whatsoever (like a foggy wine-head).  And it has worked for a month.  So far.  But despite that, and despite my zone-like level of intense concentration, I AM STILL UNKNITTING AS MANY STITCHES AS I AM KNITTING.  It's not because the knitting is difficult.  I am a very capable person, until, it seems, it comes to concentrating for longer than your average fruit fly.  And this evening I thought "by jove, I think she's got it", only to find that I'd created an extra stitch somewhere on an innocent purl row.  Whaaat?! 

Tell me the truth, do most people worry about one extra stitch?  Shouldn't I just lose it somewhere?  Isn't that the sensible and even normal thing to do?  After all, nobody would know.  Nobody but me.  So, I unknitted (one by one) over 200 stitches and eventually found where I'd picked up this little extra one and knew that I could live with myself a little bit more comfortably, having made that extra effort in the name of perfection. 

But I am getting nearer to that wine aisle all the time.  In sheer incredulity (I think), my lovely Partner in Life said to me this evening, "surely the front doesn't have that pattern on it as well??".  Yes, sorry darling, I'm afraid it does.

I would like to add that, despite all this whingeing, I really am having brilliant fun knitting this lovely little number............... 

PS  The photo at the top shows some ribbon sort of stuff I'm going to use for a halter top.  That is my intention, anyway.