We're All Mad Here

It's all Kate's fault.

See, I've been knitting all this plain vanilla stockinette in the round. I couldn't seem to break out of the funk to start anything interesting. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing like a good stockinette-in-the-round project for meetings, sitting in front of the television, and just generally never having to purl, but it's not exactly interesting, just a way to keep my hands busy.

What I needed, I decided, was a goal. Something ridiculous to aspire to.

I considered the TKGA Master Knitting program. Intriguing, but a little spendy. Plus, there's that whole judgement and condemnation aspect, which is why I never participate in team sports or group activities if I can help it.

No, what I needed was something bigger. Something grander. Something so insane I wouldn't dare fail.

Thank you Kate. Thank you Sharon Miller. A rather shocking number of British pounds later (that exchange rate is always an unpleasant surprise), and I am the proud owner of the Wedding Ring Shawl pattern.

Have I ever in my life knitted lace, you ask? Why, no. No I have not.

But, hey, Kate makes it sound pretty easy...

I thought I ought to start a little smaller, so I cast on for Sivia Harding's Diamond Fantasy Shawl. It took me forever to choose a yarn for this. I finally settled on Misti Alpaca in a dusty rose-ish colorway, but I'm not sure I'm entirely happy with it. Maybe if I ever make it past row 26 and get to see more of the pattern, I'll like it better.

Huh. This lace business sure is slow. Look for the Wedding Ring Shawl when I'm eighty years old and nearly blind.

K2tog, YO, Count stitches, Why is there an extra?, Throw knitting across room in disgust