I have finished the Traveling Woman shawl and it is drying on my suddenly too-small blocking board.
Since that photo truly sucketh, here are some close-ups that show off the colours better:
As always, you can click to embiggenfy.
I think I love this shawl. I love the name and the imagery it carries for me of a strong woman journeying on the road, encountering challenges and adventures along the way; dealing with good and bad alike with a blend of humour (wicked, of course), compassion, humanity (often humbling, sometimes glowing), courage, and a salt of wisdom. (And some knitting. Always some knitting…perhaps with a sharp dpn or three, just in case.)
I certainly love the yarn (from Lorna’s Laces) more than I thought I would. It’s got a gorgeous halo on it, and is soft as a bunny. And it’s superwash! I know. All the good stuff.
When the shawlette dries, I’ll get Nicholas to help me take a nice artsy shot before it gets sent off to its final destination. (Perhaps the Gentle Recipient will take a little candid for us as well? We shall see.)
I’ve dried lots of pieces on that blocking board by now, and it amuses me to finally have made something too big for it. I guess sooner or later I am going to have to result to the bed…but only in summer. During a dry spell. When the cats are on vacation in Bermuda. As pigs flutter sweetly past my window…
Either that, or I am going to have to begin selecting patterns by the parameters of my blocking board, which seems rather silly.
I do feel as though the wingtips suffered a little by not being fully pinned out. On the other hand, I do think I usually over-block lace a wee bit anyways. This time, I deliberately told myself to “be gentle.” As this is a lace pattern with a lot of stockinette background, I think a bit of under-blocking worked better than yanking the heck out of each poor little yarnover.
I keep going upstairs to my studio to peek at it. It’s beautiful. (Lace rocks.)
That Big Room Outside
I’ve been GARDENING, which for those of you who know me well must be quite the shock. No, really. I’ve been outside in the garden, wearing gardening gloves even, clearing the muss and the muck away from the beds. I’ve been doing this by hand, rather than by rake, ever since I discovered these in the side bed:
Now, those really ARE crocuses. I know that when I posted a picture of the first spring flowers I found, I called them crocuses, but I was wrong:
Here is another photo, now that I have gardened and cleared the beds:
Someone in the comments said they were snowdrops; someone else said they were trilliums. O Great Commenters, hear my brown-thumb cry: What the heck are these and is there an online place for me to go look stuff up myself? Someplace called The Clueless Gardener, something like that?
More to come…
I know, I know. I haven’t blogged about my new spinning wheel; I haven’t blogged here about my trip to Michigan to take the Sara Lamb class. I did blog over here about the Sara Lamb class; but I’m thinking I ought to show pictures of what I am making on my new wee Cricket loom. Let me get a few more inches done so the design shows and then I promise photos shall appear.
Thus: Patience, grasshoppers. Next time. (I am hoping if I keep my blog entries shorter it will help the Blog Writing Fairy to visit me more often. That would be nice.)
Till we meet again, I leave you with some random cute, because life is too short not to search for bunny pics on the intarwebz.
May your Easter eggs be filled with surprises.