What a crock that saying is. I set the "Swallowtail Shawl" free this morning and it sure as heck didn't come back to me. Seriously. I brought it over to my friend Louise's house so she could see it. Louise is a very dear, older woman who can knit the pants off me. I mean, Argyle socks for the love of Pete, real ones. I thought she'd say something like "Oh, that's nice Jane." and proceed to ignore it while we had our morning coffee together. "Ha!". And again I say, "Ha!". Louise proceeded to fondle and pet the shawl, held it to the light to admire it's lacy goodness and that was "all she wrote". That shawlette now belongs to Louise. Knit and blocked in three days and given away on the fourth day. Once again, I have knit a lot of lace, believe it or not, over years I've been knitting. I still do not own one piece of lace that I knit myself. If I didn't have pictures, no one would believe me.
I am now knitting a second Swallowtail Shawl. This one I hope to actually keep. I'm thinking purple cashmere. Back to Mountain Pine Edging (I'm halfway through the third side).
Oh yeah, Stitches is coming hurrah hurrah, Stitches is coming hurrah hurrah!
