Last night was Knitter-vention. I showed off my too-long shawl, and turned a deaf ear to all observations that while the shawl was too long for my petite frame, it was the perfect size for [fill in the blank of a taller knitter].
Hand's off, ladies, this is an easy fix.
Armed with a pint of Magners, I girded my loins, and prepared to rip out two feet of knitting.
It took a while, but finally I was ready to re-bind off. If I had brought the needles, that is. Theresa came to my rescue (thanks again for the loaner!), and before long, I had a perfectly-sized shawl.
Ta da! Isn't it lovely?
The yarn did soften after its bath, and I can't wait for cooler evenings so I can take it out and play with it.
The pattern was almost laughably easy, though appears to be more complex.
All in all, I am very pleased.
And I still have 2+ balls of Noro left. What to do?
How much longer do you think my boys will get so excited to pose with knitting?
I worked on Lacey in Red the rest of the night. A socks whose time has come to finish. I would have to check to be certain, but I am pretty sure that I started this sock when Bugaboo was a baby. He turns 5 next week. That is just shameful.
I AM halfway through the foot on the second sock, but still . . . .absolutely disgraceful.
Today, it is all about the disgrace.
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