Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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Have fun whale-watching! I've only done that in Hawaii, didn't realize it was possible just off our coast here....
Oooo, whale watching! Something I have yearned to do for many years but have never been able to justify the cost. Yours seems so much more affordable than over here, even with the exchange rate taken into account. Greatly enjoy!!! Frustrating, but it sounds like you're just on the cusp, and you'll have it on the very next try. It may be easier to keep track of what's going on on the size 3s, as well; for me, things seem to stay a little more organized-looking when the loops are smaller. Here's hoping the next round convinces you you're a born silk-lace-knitter! (And thanks for the moral support on my sweater. :)
Ah yes, the pattern that you can't quite figure till you repeat and repeat and repeat it. I've just finished a cap for which I had to do that in the first 10 rows -- 5 times. Finally the rhythm kicked in, and I was off to the races. May your next start at the lace bring you that blessing!
bess, what pattern is that? Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Sunday, February 17, 2008 I spent the day in hand to hand combat with some blue lace weight silk and a Babara Walker stitch pattern.  I actually spent Friday night and most of Saturday in this struggle and at the last of the day, when triumph seemed at hand, I managed to stumble once again by somehow dropping a PSO on the purl side.  This is not a difficult lace stitch, but it took me a long time to get the rhythm of it. Six times I cast on and lost my way on row 1 then on row 2 and then on row 2 again and again. The next to the last time the brain went click and I grasped the YO,K,YO cadence – that place in a lace stitch when you can reassure yourself that your stitch count is correct, without having to count every stitch on the needles. The lace weight silk is finer and slippier than anything I've ever knit with before – a yarn that defeated me last year when time grew short and responsibilities weighed more heavily on me than they do this year. But I have always believed I could knit silk lace. I've always thought one of these days I'd knit some silk lace edging and sew it on something beautiful I might wear; a silk nightgown, a silk slip, ruffled into some extravagant silk sleeves. And I am enough my mother's daughter to believe that if other people can do it and I want to do it, I can do it. Sometimes materials or activities prove me wrong – sometimes I must accept that there are just things I can't do – but not usually, because most of the time the things I can't do are also the things I don't care to do. To paraphrase Miss Elizabeth Bennet, “I have always thought it was because I would not take the trouble to practice as I should”. Yesterday I took the trouble. And all is not lost, even if I must once again cast on a multiple of 12 stitches plus 1 plus the edge stitches. I have at least completed a pattern and know how many inches I'll get if I continue to use the #5 needle. I believe, though, I shall swatch yet again, using a #3. If I were using a similar weight mohair I would stay with the #5's, but there is no fuzz on the silk to fill in the gaps of lacy holes. I think this will do better for being knit a little tighter. Not today though. Today we are going here to do this. And tomorrow I will spend time with these  as well as with that pesky blue silk lace weight. Tomorrow. At Tara. |
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