Lace, and my unrequited love for it.
Jan. 8th, 2010 03:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I love lace shawls. You know those beautiful gossamer-weight Estonian lace things that people describe as "breathtaking"? Yeah, my breath gets taken.
I have the sneaking feeling that making one of those breathtaking lace shawls is within my level of ability as a knitter. Heck, given infinite time and infinite yarn, I'd make dozens of them.
If I were to actually do it, though... let's describe the problem in Hubby's words.
"You realize that what you'd basically be doing is converting a yarn stash into a shawl stash."
The thing is, I don't wear lace shawls, nobody I'm likely to give gifts to wears lace shawls, and while I'm trying to develop my personal fashion statement into something that goes a little further than "I'm wearing clothes", I haven't worked up to accessorizing yet. I've made one shawl, quite a while back, and it turned out quite beautiful... and it sits in a drawer, neatly folded.
On some level, the idea of having a drawer full of knitted lace doesn't bother me; I'm mostly a process knitter. On some other level, the idea of putting hours and hours of painstaking work into what amounts to a drawer cozy bothers me quite a bit.
So right now...I look. I admire. I would go so far as to say I yearn - but I do not cast on.
I have the sneaking feeling that making one of those breathtaking lace shawls is within my level of ability as a knitter. Heck, given infinite time and infinite yarn, I'd make dozens of them.
If I were to actually do it, though... let's describe the problem in Hubby's words.
"You realize that what you'd basically be doing is converting a yarn stash into a shawl stash."
The thing is, I don't wear lace shawls, nobody I'm likely to give gifts to wears lace shawls, and while I'm trying to develop my personal fashion statement into something that goes a little further than "I'm wearing clothes", I haven't worked up to accessorizing yet. I've made one shawl, quite a while back, and it turned out quite beautiful... and it sits in a drawer, neatly folded.
On some level, the idea of having a drawer full of knitted lace doesn't bother me; I'm mostly a process knitter. On some other level, the idea of putting hours and hours of painstaking work into what amounts to a drawer cozy bothers me quite a bit.
So right now...I look. I admire. I would go so far as to say I yearn - but I do not cast on.