Scribble Lace

The shawl is done:



Scribble Lace Shawl, knit from 2 skeins of Rowan Holiday and 1 skein of Rowan Kidsilk haze on size 15 needles. Pattern from Mason-Dixon Knitting . Love that book, although I don't read their blog all that often (to answer Miz Booshay's question).

It is sooooo soft, and has just the right amount of warmth for a cool spring evening.

A tip: don't try knitting this while using Rosetta Stone foreign language programs on your computer. It doesn't work. Yes, I know Rosetta Stone gets tedious -- "the boy is in the airplane", "the boy is on the airplane", "the boy is under the airplane" (hours and hours later, the only word I remember in Mandarin is "airplane"). I know that you think you're going to go crazy, starting to ponder whether there is some deep significance in being able to differentiate between "the boy is under the ball" and "the ball is on the boy" (and, really, why is the boy lying around with a ball on top of him anyway? just what is going on here?).

But, you have to keep clicking the mouse, which interrupts the knitting ... the stitches slide off the needle ... you discover that Scribble Lace is nearly impossible to pick up dropped stitches on ... the Kidsilk Haze gets tangled up, with is practically a death-sentence, since this stuff desires nothing more than to permanently bond with itself. Then, to top it all off, a large cat decides to jump in your lap while you're wrestling with the knitting and the computer.

As I was finishing up I was eagerly looking forward to knitting another project from Mason-Dixon Knitting. They're so fun! Should it be a washcloth? A rug? A chair cushion?

I haven't cast anything on yet, though. Yesterday was such a beautiful day here. I took the kids and the iMac out for a little jaunt. Yes, we have one of those relics from 2002 -- looks slick, nearly impossible to transport (thou shalt not lift by the neck, thou shalt only lift from the base; woe shall be unto them that need to take off the bottom, for they shall need some way to stabilize the whole mess). We all went to the mall, where I attempted to call the Apple store from the loading dock area so they could come down and carry the iMac up to the second floor. Alas, my cell phone went out. So we all paraded through Lord and Taylor together (KidV2 pointed out that maybe I could look for a new skirt, since I've been needing one) and on into the mall. There was some mild excitement in the Apple store, since not everyone had seen this model of iMac taken apart before. Then we all came home and ate popsicles, except the iMac didn't get one because it was still being a bit passive-aggressive about allowing me into the email program.

This morning, though, we're all back to being one big happy family. The computer is on, after 2 days of being dead. I can once again look up the weather, use MapQuest, blog, email, attempt Rosetta Stone. I just hope I haven't forgotten everything from earlier in the week with Rosetta Stone ... I can't take another day of that boy and the airplane.