At a glacial pace

I love knitting lace, but it moves along at an annoying slow pace. Slower than molasses in January. Slower than a comatose turtle. Slower than your average glacier.

This weekend, I worked on my pretty lace shawl, and watched pretty lace DVD's.  Six episodes of Downton Abbey ( Season 6) and one Edith Wharton movie later, I finished five rows. 

A half inch of lace at best. 

Today it is all the exquisite slowness. 

The Servers' Buddy

A couple weeks ago, one of our regular servers at Knittervention commented on how carrying a couple hot plates balanced on one arm can really burn the skin on the arm. I remember that well from my server days, a hundred years ago or so. I used to have a potholder that I would carry with me, but I am a knitter now, and I could do better. 

Behold! The Servers' Buddy!  Really a variation of my usual Teachers' Mitts. I will be posting the pattern to both mitts, when I have a chance. But for right now, I had a very happy server. 

Today it is all about protecting the delicate skin.