The Endless Bind-Off.
I was felled by some sort of hell-plague this weekend, so I mostly stayed in bed and read archives of the Yarn Harlot. (I re-read her every once in a while. As one of my blogger friends says, it’s like reading a good book over and over.) While this meant that I achieved little in the way of life stuff, it meant that I got to spend some real quality time with my knitting. (I even did a tiny bit of spinning, but that was limited due to needing to be flat on my butt almost all weekend.)
Have I told you about my lovely handspun Holden Shawlette? I know I showed you the finished yarn back in the day, but I finally decided what it needed to be! It was spun with a shawl in mind, because I wanted to showcase the gradient, and the silk/cashmere/merino was so incredibly soft, particularly since I spun it as a single, that I wanted it around my neck. The Holden Shawlette looked beautiful and not too tough (since I’m a bit new to lace and had never knitted a lace shawl before.) Even though I was about 100 yards short according to the pattern, (270 yards) I planned some modifications in order to make it work. I slogged my way through the stockinette body, but when I got to the lace, it just seemed to zoom by! (this may have been because I get a lot of knitting done when I’m not working or doing errands.) I finished the lace section this weekend, and then it came to the bind-off. (this was on Saturday.)
I’m in the bind-off black hole. I’m not even to the center point, and I’m going insane. The sweet, lovely, charming little picots take an age and a half, and while I know it’s going to be worth it in the end, I’m feeling a bit of hostility towards the little jerks. There’s something about edgings. You feel like they’re taunting you, because you should be DONE ALREADY. It drives me bonkers. On the other hand, they *are* beautifully decorative, and they really add something to the edge of the shawl, so I know I’m just going to suck it up and pander to them. They don’t have to be so smarmy about it though..