I’ve said before that I find lace challenging.
The last time I attempted a lace shawl, I ended up frogging it in frustration, having lost my way completely in the multitude of instructions that my brain simply could not keep track of.
So here I was, happily planning a cabled shawl, when something inside me went on auto pilot: it directed my feet to get the yarn out of the collection, the right size needles from the needle drawer, the book for the pattern, and before I knew what was happening, there I sat, yarn and needles in hand, the book open in front of me. I took a very large gulp, and plunged. What could I lose after all? Nothing but a bit of time.
I think it’s looking at all those lacy shawls and scarves on Ravelry that’s done it.
It’s terrifying. Nerve wracking. Perversely addictive. “Knot in your stomach” producing. Brain fizzing.
This is the second time I’m attempting this shawl. Despite looking at possibly hundreds of shawls on Ravelry, this is the one I keep going back to. It’s the Prairie Rose Lace Shawl, by Evelyn A. Clark.
What’s surprising this time is that I can actually see what I’m meant to be doing! I’m actually correcting mistakes, and following the charts with “relative” ease. Have I finally decoded lace???
I’m life-lined to the hilt, the chart is carefully ruled so I can see straight.
Will I finish it? I don’t know. According to everyone else who has knitted this and recorded their project on Ravelry, it’s blithely labelled ‘easy’. Many have knitted it more than once. Easy for some, she mutters darkly, feeling like she’s creeping along the ledge of a rocky cliff face, fingers clinging desperately to every little hold.
It’s a leap of faith into the unknown waters of lace shawl knitting. Frankly, I’m terrified. At the same time, it’s exhilarating! It’s a wonder I haven’t broken my needles yet, as white knuckled, and brow furrowed, I inch along, concentrating to the hilt. I have to admit that with each repeat, it is getting easier. The code is finally making sense, and I’m starting to feel hopeful that I’ll have a beautiful lace shawl knitted by me before the week is out.
Socks and lace. Who would have known it? Two years ago, I swore I’d never be able to knit either.