I am a glutton for punishment, folks. How many times have you heard me
|The Swallowtail Shawl. My personal kryptonite.|
|An Elizabeth Zimmermann tribute shawl.|
|Batik, up close (obviously).|
|Oh. Haruni. Oh.|
What does this have to do with knitting lace? Well, when you (read: me) get to the end of a row, and you are short one stitch, and you decide to just "wing it" and increase another stitch to make it all "work out" ok, you have already destroyed your lace. Your roof has caved in already, my dear. Especially when a couple of rows after that, you suddenly find you are short yet another stitch, and later on you have three extra stitches, wildly enough. Why, how could this happen? You only just futzed it a little bit. Isn't knitting a rather organic, fluid art? How can one or two extra little stitches cause such havoc? You don't have disaster strike when you have a couple extra stitches on your hand knit sweater, for cripes' sake!
|This is the most dignified frog I've ever seen. He probably believes in KDS (Knitterly Denial Syndrome).|
I have been struggling in vain against the call of the lace shawl lately. Specifically, Vlad.
|My husband is a good man with helpful hands.|