On Saturday night, my mom and I went to a show by Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo - a drag ballet corps, which was awesome - and then I came home and rocked out the last 5 repeats or so of Harbour Lights. And now it's done: 21" deep at the spine and heavy from beads.
My main reason for finishing quickly was not, as one might think, pleasure of knitting, or joy at the sight of so much lace emerging from my needles. There were certainly elements of both - but no, I'd have to say that what motivated this finishing spree was sheer, unadulterated terror.
Right around halfway through the edging, I started thinking that maybe I'd be a little tight on yarn. With each repeat, the teeny little ball of yarn got teenier, and I started having daydreams in which I got to the last five rows of pattern and was greeted by the last inch of yarn, mocking me and all my hard work and beading. I tried not to madly scheme my plan of attack, should this tragedy come to pass. If it were, there would be more than a few roadblocks in my way: first, I bought this yarn so long ago that there's no way the shop still has any. Second, I've found Jade Sapphire to have wildly different dye lots of the same colorways, so probably no ordering new yarn to finish - not to mention the rather hefty pricetag of an extra skein of yarn just to finish two inches or so of fabric.
Luckily, as you can see, I did make it. Right about halfway through the very last repeat, I realized that I would definitely have enough yarn, but by that time, it seemed a shame not to finish the thing. And finish I did: in the wee hours of Sunday morning, I cast off the very last stitch and unceremoniously dumped the shawl in my blocking basket.
And people think I do this for fun.