A dear friend of mine is an expert knitter - a professional designer who makes magic (and her living) with her needles. She sent me some photographs of some her recent designs. They were all lacy and beautiful. I was so inspired. Her lace is clever lace, not romantic lace. Smart lace.
I have never felt smart enough for lace. Even the simplest pattern of yarn overs and K2togs left me feeling like I left a few too many of my brain cells in my jar of turpentine back in the day. After seeing those photographs I decided it was time to give lace another try.
I found a "simple" pattern on ravelry. I grabbed a skein of handspun that just happened to be sitting around and I cast on. My plan was to make a cowl for a friend who has been very generous with professional advice these past few months.
You know what? It was fun. I got quite addicted to the way the yarn overs moved around in relationship to the K2togs. It was just enough change and just enough regularity. A balance, you might say.
It was hard to put down, until....look!...it was finished! Such fun. I have already cast on for another.
Here I am in a rare self-portrait. Note the intelligent gleem in my eyes. Also the look of self-satisfaction. And also the new haircut.
A brave, new, lacy world.