I am so proud of myself today I feel like I invented knitting. I don't even have time to be doing this post, I've got a million things to do tonight and no time. The kids aren't even in bed and it's 10 o'clock - which is unheard of round here.
In complete contrast to the Frost Flowers and Leaves, which was torture right from the second repeat of the central pattern (of seven repeats total), this one didn't get painful until there were 1200 or so stitches on the needle, and by then it was so close to the end the excitement kind of drove it home.
This project was more knitting, but it felt like less.
I love that I said I'd do it for November, as part of the summer of lace knitalong and I did it. So, Bells I have to thank you for that. Because I always really try to do what I say I'm going to do, and if I set myself a deadline I stick to it. That's why I rarely set myself deadlines. I think it comes from a long career as an accountant - when you have a deadline it's a deadline. But if it wasn't for your summer of lace, I wouldn't have been so hard on myself, and I'm glad I did.
Not only do I love that I finished it, I love how it looks, even unblocked.
I love how I blocked it, using a mix of pin aversion and the laws of physics.
I don't love how I photographed it. It just hasn't captured the ethereal lightness of it at all. Just to give you an idea, it's honest to god cobweb weight yarn (thinner than sewing thread) on 2.25mm needles. Each one of those little leaves arching down from the centre is the size of my pinky fingernail. It's like a whisper of a thing, hardly any weight at all.
I will try again with the photos tomorrow, and post proper project notes. In the meantime, I'll just take pictures of it in different rooms.
But for now, I'll be basking. Sweet.