Fulfilling Your Pattern Needs
It’s a week of wrapping things up. A time consuming shawl, a graduate degree, and age 28.
I had previewed the shawl when posting my other wedding knits. It is an Estonian lace shawl knit with a luxurious alpaca yarn. I used beads instead of the traditional nupps (because Death To Nupps!) and knit on a different border. The beads were still incredibly tedious, but, hey, it’s for my mom, and I was also tedious from ages 13 – ???.
I am pretty proud of this one, and the similar, though less bedazzled, one I made for The Fella’s mom. I think I have this lace business down pat.
In the background of the pics, you can see the most amazing Craigslist purchase of all time. This 60-drawer, 1 billion lb card catalog was my graduation gift to myself. As of May 13th, 2012, I am officially a Master of International relations, a degree which is in no way related to my career. Apparently, they are supposed to be…?
Just getting the thing was a suburban adventure. Four young women. Future father-in-law’s Envoy with a U-Haul trailer. 500 mile round trip. What could possibly go wrong?
Surprisingly, very little actually did, though the trip did re-affirm a few things.
- Middle-aged men will help you with any stereotypical man-job, if you stand there with your hands on your hip and furrow your brow long enough.
- Even 8 hours in a car can be loads of fun, if you bring good friends along.
- White Castle is disgusting.
The only problem we hit was driving into the biggest thunderstorm of the year and, with the help of the Fella and his friend, unloading this beast while under a tornado warning.
With all this wrapping up going on, I have found myself projectless (unless you count the wedding, which I do not). My New Year’s resolution of “no new commitments” almost worked too well. The urge to tilt at windmills is strong. I image starting the most epic shawl or a king size quilt or giving my sad bathroom a makeover, and then one of my favorite writers goes and posts this (she writes about working out, which is very similar to knitting).
How will I spend the days? Maybe it’s time to snuggle in on top my laurels until I figure that out.Accomplished,