So, last night, I knew I was going to finish Gold, my first lace shawl. Before I begin this heroic account of those last four rows, I want to sidetrack. (A sidetrack in the first line? Gotta be some kind of record!) I am a project knitter. I knit because I want a sweater or a diaper cover or a gift for a loved one. I enjoy knitting, but I don’t knit for the pure pleasure. I want the end result. This was different. I did not knit this shawl because I decided, “Gee, I really want a lace shawl”. This baby was all about the process. And what a process it was. But back to the main story.

So, last night, I am trucking along. Four rows left. Now three. Now two. Last row, and it is all purl. Purl, purl, purl. Five hundred and twenty five purls. Easy. The finish line was in sight. I could see it, and as my hands took over their mindless task, I started to daydream. I mentally blocked it. I started composing my blog in my head. I could hear the Chariots of Fire playing in the background. Then, about thirty stitches from the end, an odd sense of foreboding hit me. The victorious music faded, and I think I heard the Jaws soundtrack. I ignored it for a few more stitches, then stopped. Wait a minute. Wasn’t I purling? NOPE. Knitting. My hands switched to knitting way back when my brain started fantasizing about lacy pictures and victorious blog speeches. My lifeline was, arogantly, 15 rows back. So, I started tinking. Tink, tink, tink.

I wish that was the end of the saga. Once my hands learned their lesson and purled the whole row, I commenced to binding off. No problem, right? I have bound off a hundred times. I could do it in my sleep. (Which was a lovely idea. It was getting late and I was tired.) Problem. I have never bound off lace, and this new procedure was a bit baffling. With two strands held together, purl 2, slip back to the left needle and purl them together. I know that sounds simple, now. But, at 10:30 at night with the euphoria of victory building in my breast, and my husband going to bed without me, my hands, once again took over. Now, I was composing this post, in which I documented the horror of that last row, but the victory of binding off in the end. Then, it happened again. My hands, thinking that they knew better than I, had started to bind off as if we were making some ordinary sweater way back along the line. Tink, tink, tink.

For those of you who are wondering, I do have a shawl this morning. A glorious, hand made, lace shawl. I blocked it last night after working on the last four rows for three hours. I crawled into bed, exhausted and happy. Victorious.

It doesn’t look like much now, but wait till tomorrows episode when we work the magic of blocking….

4 thoughts on “Victorious

  1. I *love* that color (but you already knew that)! Can’t wait to see it post-blocking.
    I have been working on a lace shawl for over a year now. Every now and then I pick it up and knit 2 or 3 row (of appx 400 stitches each!). I decided as much as I like the look of lace and lace knitting, I do not like lace-weight yarn. Future shawls will all be fingering at the least or probably worsted. 🙂

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