It looks so easy when other people do it.
And I'm not one to shy away from a challenge.
So when Julie said, 'Let's do lace!', I said, Boo-yea.
Seriously, that's what I said. I had just watched something Marine-y, and they said it all the time.
I'm over it now.
(Actually, I watched Austin Powers in the wee hours of yesterday morning...now it's "Yeah, Baby!")
And so we both began lace. I looked at Grace for inspiration.
I looked at Maria. I looked at Helen (whose blog is no longer in my list, I just realized, as I try to link to it. Helen? Please send me your blog! I miss you.)
And then I quit looking, because it took me about an hour to realize I'd lost Helen, and then I got panicky, thinking about who else's feed google reader may have decided to arbitrarily erase (I'm sure I had nothing whatsoever to do with it), and I needed wine.
And here, without further ado, is my result:
Le blob. Lace must be French, and thusly, described with le French accent.
So, that there's the tail to the cast on end. All cute and squiggly.
ooooooh, uh-oh....what is that other end???
That would be the cut off end where I pulled le needles out of le knitting, threw le knitting on le floor, stomped like I was making wine for a bit, and threw what is essentially le swatch across the room.
I felt instant relief.
And then I started again.
This time, with some ancient Boye needles, with nice sharp tips, and NO CHART.
And I did 5 repeats in one evening. Without a single RIP. Or TINK. Or WINE.
It still looks like le blob, but at least it has the right number of stitches!