A little incy Rowan pattern called Marshall is my albatross. Looking through the book in Liberty with a screaming, fidgety child in hand, it looked like a great project. Perusing through the wool selection, I was completely inspired. I saw multiple versions in numerous colours swimming before my eyes. The difficulty rating did not daunt me - I felt confident. I sent the wool selection and book back to Australia with trembling hands, excited about knitting this wondrous pattern....However other things needed to be finished sooner (namely Aran Blanket for impending birth of friends baby), but that only made the excitement grow. By the time Aran Blanket was finished, I was slightly scared of Marshall.
That should have been my omen.
I cast on and started knitting. The rib was fine. Then we started the pattern. And we unpicked it. And we started again. And we unpicked it. And we started again, and backtracked, moved forward, and backtracked. A number of goes later, I realised I was reading the pattern wrong (doh), and god help me I still can't read it, but its looking more normal now, and I'm not undoing it again.
Its going to be a long slow process, and there's others chomping at the bit to get on the needles behind him.