“This is the shawl that doesn’t end,”
“Yes it goes on and on, my friend.”
“Some poor sap cast it on one day, not knowing what it was”
“And she’ll continue knitting it forever just because”
“This is the shawl that doesn’t end,”
“Yes it goes on and on, my friend.”
“Some poor sap cast it on one day, not knowing what it was”
“And she’ll continue knitting it forever just because”
“This is the shawl that doesn’t end,”
“Yes it goes on and on, my friend.”
“Some poor sap cast it on one day, not knowing what it was”
“And she’ll continue knitting it forever just because”
“This is the shawl that doesn’t end,”
“Yes it goes on and on, my friend.”
“Some poor sap cast it on one day, not knowing what it was”
“And she’ll continue” – oh hey, it ended.
I have to admit, I had serious doubts. The thing really did look like a big bowl of alpaca-flavored ramen, and it was hard to believe that a bowl of tepid water and a lot of pins could turn it into a thing of drapey beauty. But now I have seen the miracle first hand, and I am appropriately hooked.
This beautiful baby is going to the prayer shawl ministry after it is blessed on Sunday. It is harder to let it go than I expected, especially since it’s SO BEAUTIFUL, but now I have experienced the glory that is at the end of the lacy tunnel, so I can do it again. In fact it’s taking a good bit of self control not to cast on another bit of lacy business.
Actually, not that much self control. I did just start a little something in a handpainted suri/mohair blend the other night. It takes the edge off pretty good.
Osborn Fiber Studio 