Amazing Lace!!
(this is my entry for challenge 1 of Amazing Lace)
Hi… I'm Beth, and I'm a knitter. My grandma taught me and she had a few rules:
- don't knit socks, they're fiddly
- don't knit lace, it's a pain
After years of knitting (both prolifically and not at all) this is the summer where grandma and I part ways, but since she died about 18 years ago I'm ok with that. I have signed up for an introduction to socks, and, well… here's some lace!
So we embark on an Amazing adventure just me and my lace (and grandma's ghost!)
Meet my lace…
Birch!

Birch?

Third time's a charm! Birch!

I understand from blogville that she can be a fickle partner so I did some training before we paired up… I made something that goes from big to small.

I also worked up her little sister! All the style, but none of the fluff!

And we agreed that all that fluff of Kid Silk Haze might just be too much of a good thing so she's agreed to Knitpicks Shimmer in a color they call Morning Mist and grandma would call blue and white.
I gathered the tools and prepared for a formal start.
With great spirit, and promptness not often seen by me, we began our Amazing journey on a journey over Memorial Day week-end. Birch was cast on in the car on I-270 while stuck in traffic. Then cast on again on I-70… Knitted on the PA and OH turnpike as well as in a lecture hall, Birch and I are the team to beat! We have passed the challenge of the 299 stitch cast on and avoided the trials of a 3-year-old car sick boy… We are invincible!
I can not stay up like a college student and get up in the morning like a mom.

This is my very first bobble. And my second. Bobbles for all from now on!!







This afternoon and again tomorrow
Fast forward… last week I found this, complete with Lion Band Imagine yarn, hanging on size 15 circs. Also in the bag were some size 13 circs (another project perhaps?) but no pattern. It looked like it would be pretty easy to figure out the pattern, but I was annoyed I didn't have it…

Bunny went to the dentist today. He did really well and I was impressed with the care the hygienist took with him. He got a pink frog, a pink fish, a pink dino sticker, and a pink balloon. He picked out a purple toothbrush because they didn't have pink. Here he is modeling the pink butterfly he had painted on at the gym Monday. May I be so lucky that he always chooses what he likes and not what others think he should choose!

What does the mother of a three and a half year old want on Mother's Day? Not much, to sleep in a little and to not step on a Lego in bare feet… Well, one out of two isn't bad :). Said and done I had a nice day. Perhaps the best part was when Bunny woke up about 7:30 and wanted to watch TV he suddenly froze, looked at me and said, "It's Mother's Day!" The "Happy Mother's Day" as he brought my waffle on the blue plastic plate into me in bed was priceless too.











