While I know my knitting pals have been complaining about the summer doldrums, there has been knitting, and knitting, and knitting galore chez Owl and car Owl, train Owl and Owl en vacances. (Although if you want to be a stickler, it would be chez Hibou, and while it sounds lovely aloud, that just does not work for me on the screen.)
What do I have to show for it?
Blobs. Lots and lots of blobs. Blobs that are waiting so very patiently for their turn on that seemingly ever-crowded guest bed. That would be the place where the packing happens. And the unpacking. Which in my household, always takes far longer than the former.
Knit lace and what do you get?
Until the magic part. The part too many of us think will take ten minutes … but really needs an hour or more. Whether your “wand” is a
stainless-steel wire or a piece of crochet cotton, it makes the magic of blocking work. And there is much magic to be worked now, with a hurricane ~ and the need to put the house on the market ~ looming.
Invariably, chez Owl, this all happens around 1
a.m., when Mr. Owl makes his sleeping sounds and Owl creeps around listening to the house creak, kneeling here to move one pin, there to move another. I always swear I will do this earlier next time, but somehow, the owl-hours are the only time a good pinning-out ever happens.
And maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be, anyway. Magic rarely happens by daylight.
The last of the blobs, this Juneberry Triangle in Spirit Trail Fiberworks Birte, will leapfrog to the front of the line to be part of a trunk show in NYC in a couple of weeks. The other blobs will just have to be patient ~ their turns will come eventually.
Nope, no summer doldrums here. I somehow can’t keep up with the FOs.