MaggieBKnits

Yesterday I missed out on my usual Sunday knitting spell (during a soccer game) and instead worked on my Shetland shawl when we got home. My husband commented that my shawl was looking really good. Naturally I had to hold it up, stretch it out some, for him to more accurately admire it. Pride truly goeth before destruction... because the circular needle holding my stitches dropped the last 8 inches of knitting off both ends. No biggie, I can pick it up. True, and I did, and some of it was easy to fix. Most had not run madly in all directions. Except for one really bad section which overwhelmed me so much I threw the shawl in the corner to work on today. The fact the row just completed had a fair number of yarnovers and decreases, and it was true lace (every row has action: preceding rows also yarnovers and decreases) and for some crazy reason quite a bit of it just melted away thru several rows worth of work. This was one of the worst of the messed-up-motifs This is what it is supposed

I am afraid I have no photos to share today, only an anecdote. Yesterday my husband had one son on one side of the state; I had the younger (son # 3 who recently got his brown sweater) on the other side of the state, both for soccer games. Oldest son was in the middle of the state, running in a track meet. There being only 2 parents in our household, Son #1 was alone. :( (If you are wondering if this is our usual Sunday, let me reassure you that it is often and usually worse) I am sitting in the hot sun, happily knitting away on my Shetland shawl and cheering for my son's team (let me reiterate: this shawl is great fun!) The mother of one of the other boys on the soccer team comes to examine my knitting. Long and short is, she has seen me knitting all sorts of things over the course of the last 10 months, but this one she really really loves. Wants to buy it. Now, the thing is, my knitting has my life and my childrens' lives knitted into it. It accompanies me to games (ex