The Green Mile

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.

Aren't the colors so purdy??

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!