Its been dark and damp and rainy for enough days now that I am nearly stir crazy. As soon as I post this I am out of here for a walk in whatever mother nature has to throw at me.
The Shetland Shawl should have been finished last night. Should have and could have if I hadn't decided that I would make it a bit larger. I completed the suggested number of repeats and in spite of the fact that I know that alpaca grows.... it looked awfully small. The Shetland is a lot like the Swallowtail, it would make great neck jewelry, scarf-ish. Very nice. I want bigger. I don't quite know how much yet, but I'll know when I get there. I will string my beads (bright gold glass ones) onto the next skein of yarn, before I continue. The last course, the edging pattern will be beaded. This not only satisfies my magpie leanings, it also helps to give lace weight yarns the bit of extra drape they seem to need to fall well.
As I walked through the kitchen looking for a dry and maybe bright place to take a pic of it, I glanced at the fruit bowl. Is it just me????
It's time for a walk, isn't it?
ps. Dad, is it a gift or an affliction?? (just kidding, I love it.)