The Day After

After all the recent monkey business, I felt the need for some mindless knitting. I started work on Brandon Mably's Julapa from this spring's Rowan Magazine, but I just wasn't loving it. Since the thing is a trio of huge rectangles, broken only by the change of color, I decided that perhaps there was such a thing as TOO simple.

I think it's call B-O-R-I-N-G...

So I picked up a little something from my stash and cast on for a nice, demure lace scarf.

I know it doesn't look like much here. Color's all washed (or is it shaded?) out...









But a little stretch puts the roses back in her cheeks.


pattern: Heartstrings Crest of the Wave Lace Scarf
yarn: Woolen Rabbit laceweight in Cracklin' Rosie



Purty, ain't she? And best of all - cooperative (unlike some socks I might mention.)

Don't worry about the Desert Shawl. I have reassured her that she will be back in the lineup just as soon as the heat is off. (no, she's not on the lam - unlike Lulu.) It's just too hot to sit around with a lap blanket of wool. The furball is hot enough, thank you!



"Hey, who you callin' Furball?"






And speaking of thank yous...

Thank you, dear readers, for your condolences on my recent loss, but they may have been a bit premature..

Because what should I find going on behind my back?


"What? I'm just hanging around..."






"But I thought I washed my hands of you yesterday - you and your evil kin."

Wait! Where are you going?










No!



Couldn't be!





But it is!



Wait for it...






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