I have a new found respect for all you lace knitters. Here’s how lace knitting goes for me. Knit a row, get lost in a daydream about
natural dyeing halfway through row and forget a repeat. Count the stitches in row. Find out the stitch count is off. Cuss. Rip row out. Knit row again, desperately trying to stay
focused. Count the stitches. Move on to next row.
I love how lace looks and this shawl is going to be a stunning
piece when it’s all done, but have to admit that I am not cut out for this type
of knitting. Maybe in twenty years when
I’m not distracted by {ahem} children.
Or maybe I’m so easily distracted that I can never be a proper lace
knitter. Sitting still and paying
attention are really not my strong suits and both are needed to be competent at
this craft. Oh, well. Maybe I’ll cast on for a few of these and
make myself a new leaf garland in soft spring colors. Some soothing garter stitch is just what I
need.
How about you? Any weekend knitting?
Labels: autumn leaves, knitting, tales from the isle of purbeck
