It feels good to have some lace on the needles again.
Sure, I always have a lace project in progress (or two…. or three). Alas, the time that is required to concentrate on such complicated frivolities has been quite limited as of late. As in, I’d rather spin. Ha! The lace has been taking up needle space and collecting dust for a few months, now. Untouched, unloved.
Actually, the three lace projects that I currently have on the go have been collecting dust because my knitting has been more utilitarian. I need to make a baby gift for so-and-so. I must finish this sweater for a customer. I should get that test knit finished. And while I would love to while away my time on complicated lace shawls that have no purpose in my life whatsoever, there just aren’t enough hours in my day.
That is why I jumped at the chance to test knit a lace shawl for Cosy. At last, a lacy knit that has a deadline and a reason and a sense of urgency that my other lace projects utterly lack. Besides, look at this shawl that I am testing. Beautiful, right?
And another look:
Mary Louise Shawl in Cosymakes Snapdragon Light Fingering, Red (Raveled here, and Cosy’s finished shawl here)
It feels so good to be working on lace again. And not just because it is so stimulating and interesting. Not only for its delicate beauty or the gorgeous yarn. Not merely for the charm of turning a chart into art. All of that is true, to be sure. But at this moment right now, I am taken with the way an entire large shawl project still fits inside my new knitting bowl. (From Blue Room Pottery on Etsy. A “Happy Nothing Day” gift from the Mother-In-Law from Heaven)
This week, I have been doing a lot of “ought” knitting. As in, “I really ought to knit this”. There I go, turning my hobby into an obligation, but I guess that is just how I roll. You see, I ought to knit some longies for the baby, seeing as how it has been cold at night and all of last years longies are now capris. I ought to knit the boy his red sweater that he has been waiting for ever since he picked out the yarn for it weeks ago. I ought to concentrate on Christmas. I ought to finish the princess’s cardigan. I ought to be a good knitter and do something useful with my time.
But I want to knit lace. Beautiful, complicated, useless lace. Lace that haunts me in my dreams. Lace with it’s long, complicated rows and ever changing patterns. Lace, with the mystery and intrigue of how a tangle of yarn will magically become a work of art when once blocked. Ahh, lace. Sigh.
The boy is watching, though, so I will work his mostly stockinette sweater with a huge smile. The baby’s legs are cold, so I will whip out a few longies as fast as I can. The princess knows what’s coming and is checking on my progress, so I will also give her cardi the attention it is due. And, oh my!, it is already October and I have a ton of Christmas knitting to do.
Meanwhile, I will dream of lace. I will sneak a few stitches in where I can, experience the small thrill as I work something awesome with my hands. My heart is in the lace.