Saturday, I was looking through a pattern booklet from 1953. I didn't keep a lot of my mum's knitting and crochet booklets, but I do like the ones I did keep. Turns out that one of them was listed in the database on Ravelry. This lead me to casting on for a doily. Of course, it did.
I had been complaining on Twitter about breathing in dust from 1953 because hello! I had barely started the project page for my new doily when my darling friend Bev had faved it. No pressure. No, I'm not really complaining, however, I hadn't pulled yarn or needles/hooks yet and that thing already had a friend. Then our Cheryl did the same thing. No pressure.
Yesterday, our Cindy was giving me crap about how my new project looked a lot like lace. I had told her months ago that it would be a long time before I was up to knit lace again, but here I am. She's right, but look at that photo! It's not really lace-lace. It's knitting with the occasional yarn over on sock needles.
Yes, that's my story.
Well, half of it.
Four years ago, during World Cup, I knit a Niebling out of a Russian yarn that was cotton/flax. Yeah, pink, whatever. That was the summer before everything changed, ya see. I knit the Lotus pattern, loving it as I watched a LOT of footie and was relaxed for the last time. I sent that doily out to be blocked and photographed and never saw it again.
Yeah...
World Cup is coming. It's in a time zone closer to me for a change. No more waking up at four to watch the boys play. It feels right to knit something doily during that tournament that only happens once every four years.
Consider this my training. I do.
