sunrise circle: half done!
I always get one half of a cardigan put together and lose all motivation. Here’s my stopping point for the night.
I always get one half of a cardigan put together and lose all motivation. Here’s my stopping point for the night.
I finished knitting the back while we watched a movie last night (40-Year-Old Virgin; we actually felt Wedding Crashers was better). I just lightly steam-blocked all the pieces.
I’ve played with lace a million times before: A friend and I used to whip out Barbara Walker’s Treasury of Knitting Patterns, pick something pretty, and play around with swatching it. But I’ve never made a complete object out of lace, and I’ve certainly never experienced the magic of blocking lace–which I didn’t even know was the way it worked until I started reading all your knitting blogs!So my plan is to make Kiri, from All Tangled Up. I’m going to be in a wedding in late May in the mountains of Virginia, so the evening will likely be cool. The dress I bought is a halter-type, with a mostly bare back, that falls just past my knee (i.e., it’s not a lot of coverage). So I need something. And a lace shawl feels totally “wedding” to me–it may be the only location where I’d find such a thing appropriate. (While I find them aesthetically quite pleasing in photographs while blocking or being held up to the light, they’re just not my style for attire.)
I went to the eye doctor today; I cast on for the back of the Sunrise Circle Jacket once I got there. I managed about 6 rows before being called. (Turns out my prescription’s changing in both eyes, and the final combination he came up with for each eye make me realize just how out of date my current prescription is.)
I’ve been thinking more about the Sunrise Circle Jacket and this strangeness from the designer regarding the sizing and the way it will hang. I wonder if the whole problem is that the model is sitting with her arms kind of akimbo. I know that most anything will hang differently in that position–the designer’s photo of her friend in the jacket had her arms hanging dead and limply on her sides.