The bad news is . . . that yarn has lost it's magical qualities. I outed it. I exposed its magic to the world wide web, and the government men in monochromatic suits came and swapped the yarn. Or maybe it was old wizards in long robes. I can't say, my memory was swiped clean in the process. I never had a magic ball of yarn. It was ordinary all along.
The good news is . . . I finished my Aurora Borealis shawl. I wass so excited, I gave it a bath and blocked it within 12 hours of binding off.
The bad news. . . . after blocking, I have to accept a harsh reality. At 8 1/2 feet, it is really too long. Either that, or I am too short. (Bloody hell, it is Duchess all over again.) I can't do anything about my petite stature, but I can do something about my apparent inability to remember that I am not 5 foot 8 inches. Not in time for this shawl, of course, but I do have a solution.
The bad news is . . I am going to rip out and re-bind off. It will be painful, but it really will be the best thing for the shawl. I don't want to worry about dragging edges every time I wear the thing.
The good news is. . . I will have a ball or two of Noro left over to make something else. After I get over the trauma, that is.
Today, it is all about the good, the bad, and the beautiful.
6 months ago
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