Lace

In knitting circles lace is spoken of with reverence. We are told that knitting it is hard and demanding and that mistakes drive one to madness.

I tend to hold the view that a lot of things in life aren’t really as hard as we think they are, lace included. Sure, some lace is harder than other lace, but in the end it is only¬†one stitch after another. Right?

Wrong. Last night I began to understand the reputation lace has earned. It kicked my butt (I would have thrown it across the room, but I was afraid my stitches would come off the needles and make my problem even bigger).

Stockinette stitch is looking really good right now.

There’s a hole…

I am knitting my first lace! I cannot tell you how excited and terrified I am right now. Let me tell you the whole story.

Remember a few weeks ago when I told you about the yarn shop my boyfriend found for me and how he waited patiently as I took far too long inside? Well, I bought this beauty.

Laceweight silk. Yum.
Laceweight silk. Yum.

Isn’t she wonderful? She is 400 yards of handpainted 100% silk from Venice. It was love at first sight. How could I say no? Why would I want to say no?

So I bought her and took her with me to her forever home. At first I wasn’t sure what we would do together. It’s always interesting getting to know a new personality, but I was not surprised to find that we got along perfectly. There was a slight bump in our relationship when I realized the pattern I had picked for her (which was going to be perfect and which I still hope to knit someday) required more yardage than she had. But I’m not the kind to shame a girl for being too short, so after a bit of a pout I started looking at our other options so that we could have a long and fulfilling partnership.

I searched and searched and pulled up gazillions of tabs on Ravelry, but nothing seemed quite right (also, I had to pay for all the patterns I found, and I tend to be a bit of a cheapskate am on a budget). But then as I was reviewing the notes for a promising pattern I had a realization: I don’t need to buy a pattern. I am a smart and sensible woman. I can make my own!

I decided to knit a half pi shawl inserting this lace pattern once I had finished the first few increase rounds (also, starting with only a few stitches and increasing means I don’t have to swatch. Sounds like my kind of knitting).

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It reminds me of dragon scales

I started off excitedly increasing in the correct places and for 1 glorious hour I thought my stitch count and my lace pattern were going to dovetail perfectly. It was with sadness I realized life was not going to come together quite so gloriously, but I am soldiering on. I have tinkered with stitch counts and lace charts. I even made a spread sheet! This lace is going to happen by hook or by crook!

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I have a spreadsheet! What could possibly go wrong?

The Ironies of Life

My favourite types of wit are irony and sarcasm. Sarcasm is wonderful because it can seem perfectly innocuous – until you listen to the tone of voice it is spoken in. Many people have heard me in sarcastic utterances and thought I was for real. Apparently I have a dry sense of humor.

And irony, now there is the best one of all. I find the process of taking a concept and turning it on its head to create a new concept fascinating. Especially when the concepts contradict each other. I find that irony pops up a lot in life – like when a 16-year-old girl swears she will never be like her mother. In fact, she will purposely grow up to be unlike her mother. Who does she end up turning into? Her mother. Irony. When I was little I was a tomboy. I disliked many girly things, and at the very top of my list was lace. Lace was one of the awful things of life, and I avoided it as much as possible. I could never find a pattern I truly liked, and even then, the fabric did not hold up well in the event of an impromptu game of anything (I grew up with 3 brothers and 2 sisters. There were lots of impromptu games). Now that I am older I enjoy making lace. I dream up new designs for it and wonder if there is a better way to incorporate it into everyday life. I tat lace, and I’m hoping to learn to knit lace in the near future. Irony.

I have a Dream

Like most girls – well, like most people – I dream of someday getting married. I don’t see this happening anytime soon, since I am about as single as they come. But that doesn’t stop me from dreaming. I dream about my wedding dress, and the music I will include. I dream of the time of day (or night) when my wedding will take place, and plan who to ask to be my bridesmaids. Now you know me: I will be making something for my wedding. I’m not brave enough to make my wedding dress. I’ve thought of tatting my bouquet so I can save it for forever, but there’s something about real flowers that is impossible to capture in another medium. One thing I have decided, though: I will knit my wedding veil. Would you like to see it? This is Goldenregen, designed by Herbert Niebling.

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I think it is some of the most beautiful lace I have ever seen. And I want it for myself. It will be beautiful, and I will be beautiful in it. Now I just need to learn how to knit lace….