I’m not going to sugarcoat this: this Belinda wrap I’m making for you has not been without its challenges. It may be the easiest lace pattern on earth, but let me tell you, there have been moments on this project.
Moment No. 1: To make the second half of this shawl, you pick up stitches along one edge of the first half, then knit the same stitch pattern perpendicular to the first half. Straight needles make the constant sliding-up-of-stitches much easier than futzing with circulars. I never, ever, wever use straight needles. I gave away all the ones I used to have. But I discovered in my nest of knitting one pair of size 6 wooden needles given to me by a really nice person, and I took a moment to think of what great luck it was that the only pair of straights I had happened to be the right size.
This went well enough, until I started knitting the first row, at which point I noticed that this Hand Maiden Lace Silk was catching, microscopically, on every single stitch. One tiny filament, a tuft, a little bitty snag, on every stitch. Unbelievable. My needle had a tiny, tiny imperfection, the sort that wouldn’t have been a problem on any NORMAL yarn. But this silk stuff is very literal about things, and that minuscule catch was going to slowly drive me to crochet.
Moment No. 2: OK, I thought. I’ll go buy some more needles. That went well enough, until I was coming home from New York, and had settled down in my middle seat next to a talker and a texter. (She texted ferociously until the flight attendant pried it from her clammy fingers.) I reached into my bag, itching to get at my knitting, knowing that solace and bliss awaited me, only to discover: one needle.
It’s very likely at the security checkpoint at La Guardia. When that guy re-ran my bag (overlooking, by the way, the wicked metal tapestry needle in my coin purse!), I just know the needle slid right under the conveyor belt. He did not seem sensitive about my needles. He may not have even been a knitter.
The Good News: When I got home, itching even more, I realized that I still had one good needle left over from the imperfect pair. So frugal. (Ha.)
Moment No. 3, and 4, and 5 etc.:
This is an ongoing problem.
There’s big drama going on about a foot outside our den window:
Three of ’em, lurching around like bad animation. They’re eating the absolutely most disgusting stuff you ever saw. This morning, the mom robin made an umbrella over them when it rained.