I haven't seen the floor of my bedroom in days.
It's been covered in the most squishy lacey goodness.
Gaze upon the glory of this gorgeous stack of freshly blocked hand made goodness.
I kinda want to roll around of them.
But I won't.
Because they don't belong to me.
And by that I don't mean I made them and I'm giving them away as presents. I mean they actually don't belong to me. They were made by the talented women in my knitting/crochet group.
I have become the designated blocker of my group.
Lets just take a moment for those who know how much I LOATHE blocking to sit and laugh.
Life is funny.
I hate blocking with the passion of a thousand fiery suns. It feels like laundry. And we all know how I feel about laundry. I was just telling The Greatest the other day that I would support being a nudist if I didn't actually have to look at random naked people. Therein lies the tragedy of my life. I want to wear clothes, I just don't want to be responsible for the maintenance of said clothing.
But I love my yarnies. I love them with the passion of TWO thousand fiery suns. So cheerfully blocking their items isn't a hardship. It is a joy.
The only hard part is giving the items back.
They all want to live with me.
They told me so.
Good thing I have a shawl of my very own to keep me warm.
Pattern: Ubiquitous Kate
Yarn: Recycled cotton yarn from a Goodwill sweater
Needles: Size 4, probably my knit picks Harmony because I like how the bare wood looked with this shade of army green. I do match my needles to my yarn when I can. I'm a little insane like that.
Modifications: I didn't do the ruffle on the top edge.
That's all there is to say.
It is smooshy, and soft, and warm.
I love the subtle chevron texture.
I love the ruffle.
This was the shawl I started late at night, when I thought I had grabbed a soft grey color but it turned out to be army green in the light of day.
I could be sad about the color switch, but I actually love the color too. (Plus I used the grey to make my Clare de Lune so it all worked out for the best.)
And in the interest of full disclosure. I love to wear it with my jammies.
Dirty hair, no make up. How's that for keeping it real?
But see how the ruffle twists around just so?
I need to live in a time when shawls are worn by everyone everywhere. I *puffy heart* this project.
In other news, The Greatest tackled a project of his own the other day.
He does all the Christmas decorating. I'm not complaining. I love it. He decorated ten trees. Everything inside the house is covered with garland and lights. The outside of the house lights up the entire block. You can probably see our house from space.
But it wasn't enough.
He couldn't control the urge to decorate any longer.
The Christmas spirit was too strong.
He decorated the baby.
The intervention is Friday at 6:00 for those who want to help.