Forget everything I ever said about anything.
I was so wrong saying that I have enough lace.
I did not know what I was talking about.
I must have meant that if I ever need anything it is lace.
Victorian Lace Today is now the center of my universe, the reason I live. I will never knit anything else but lace from now on. I kept looking at the pictures until one in the morning and the first thing I remembered when the alarm clock went at 0530 was the book. It is all so clear now, the meaning of my life is to knit lace.
So it is really a good thing I finished the STR scarf yesterday before the mail came otherwise she would be collecting dust in the UFO basket. Compared to the beauties in the book I cannot understand the reason to be showing this to you. What made me to spend so many hours doing this simple pattern
41 stitches with 3,5 mm (US4) needles;
four rows of knit stitches,
then alternating these two rows:
first row - slip the first stitch as if to purl yarn in front, then knit one, *purl 2, knit 3* until the last four when again purl 2, knit 1 and the last stitch knit through back loop,
second row - slip the first stitch as if to purl yarn in front again, knit one, purl the whole row until the last two, knit 1, knit the last through the back loop,
until desired length
and four rows of knit only and cast off... (I have blocked the scarf and she is flat and nice now but I suspect that when I start to wear her, the sides will curl inwards a bit, probably not very much, but definately some.)
The little bird motif is embroidered there in the middle.
And a little bit of yellow, red and blues.
The yarn is Lightweight Socks that Rock in Falcon's Eye colourway. Soft and lovely yarn. I used up almost two skeins. I'm so happy the table is cleared and I can cast on for some lace.
If only I can decide which one I will knit first form the book...
PS. Tina can come into the house whenever she pleases but she loves to be out in her little house. Every night before I go to bed, I go out to check on her for the last time. She won't even come out of her little house, I will go to her and peek inside the house to see that she is warm and fine. And if she happens to bark in the middle of the night, even once, I get up and let her in but she does that very rarely. Old Miina would not even dream of spending the night outside, nor the cat in winter time.