You win again, gravity!

I haven't blogged in a bit because I'm still camera-less. I had the bright idea to take the camera back home when I was visiting Mike...unfortunately, the camera was in Zurich with us, but the cord and charger were back in Mallorca. D'oh! Anyway, I decided to break the silence today because I learned a lesson about knitting with laceweight yarn--something that's probably more or less universally known, but didn't concern me until it flew up and slapped me upside the head. I'd recently started a lacy stole in Lane Borgosesia Baruffa Cashwool, by far the finest and wordiest yarn I've worked with so far, and one that proved to be as much a handful as it is a mouthful. The yarn was wound up into a neat little ball, and what did I do? I fished out the end from the center and started in. BAD IDEA. As it turns out, 100ish rows into the project, the ball of cashwool gives up the guts and leaves me with probably on the order of 200 yards of hopelessly tangled yarn barf. WHY didn't I start from the outside, so the ball would just spin quietly in its little ziplock baggie? Why? After a few hours of trying to deny the inevitable, I gave up and cut off the tangle...and then spliced my work to the yarn end on the outside of the ball. I was going to simply weave in the end, but had visions of the lace unraveling when blocked. Sigh. The splice worked well, but now there's a few inches of slightly thicker yarn in the middle. Hopefully it won't be too noticeable when the thing's done. On a lighter note, does anyone need, oh, twenty little balls of laceweight yarn for swatching?