Big big big news! I just took a piece of lace off the blocking board. I know. Huge. Such a before and after. Such a payoff. It never fails to be one of my favorite moments in knitting.
You knit along, for days or weeks or months, with lumpy progress in front of you:
It’s never going to work. You cannot spread it across your knee often enough to persuade yourself that this gnarled mess is going to result in anything good.
Or maybe you knit with the smug satisfaction of a caterpillar eating all the fennel in the garden, knowing that the transformation is ahead. Keep chewing.
(I think of Hubbo’s grandmother whenever I block something. Her pins and her pincushion—MJLW in needlepoint—are my blocking companions.)
At least two places in here, I blew the pattern and didn’t see it until it was pinned out.
Mostly I see what happens when you combine a bunch of knits, slip slip knits, yarnovers, and knit two togethers.
It’s simple stuff. But so very addicting.
What are your favorite aha moments in knitting?