Decisions. . . decisions

I know that most of you (all two of my readers and that's including Cynical and myself) aren't knitters, so this might bore you, but please, let me get this all out and on paper so I can make a decision. I am an indecisive girl, you know. It's tough sometimes for me to settle on what I need to do or what I want to do.

You see, I started knitting Rusted Root in a delightful frenzy. It was wonderful, everything was going my way. . . I had struggled with the color of Cotton Fleece, but had settled upon loving it once the project was underway. I was enthralled with the shaping of the sleeves. I even smiled as I counted my stitches periodically to realize that I did indeed have the same number on each sleeve.

And as I moved along, I caught myself grinning in delight. And then, late last night, I had a little snafoo and I decided to carefully pick back and start prior to the minor mistake. However, somehow, in the midst of the lace section, I wasn't so careful and now I am left with a hole. (The sad part is that I thought I had not put two stitches between my increases and upon further examination, I had done it exactly right. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. No reason to rip back afterall.) I pondered it a bit. Picked up a stitch and tried to repair it. It looked ok, but there was a hole where there should be no hole. I pondered it a bit more. Could I fix it? Should I just rip out and start again, afterall, I am only 25 rows in. Could I live with the mistake? Would anyone notice?

Thing is, I can't live with the mistake. So, my options are: 1) Rip it out and just start over again or 2) Attempt yet again to repair it, realizing that I might be able to camouflage it, but it would still not be quite right.

So, I drug poor Rusted Root with me to work today and plan at some point, during a small break, to pull her out and see what I think. I suspect the answer will be the same, but somehow I am hoping for a miracle.