Lace on the brain

Thank you for all for your wonderful compliments on Swallowtail! With that happy success, it’s been difficult for me to get lace out of my mind. Never mind that I have deadline gift knitting prodding my conscience and clamoring for attention, my neurons persist in chanting “lace, lace, lace.” Being in possession of both a feather-light mini Bosworth (glowing red cedar, 0.6 ounces – can you say love?) that lace-weight singles practically flow off of and merino-silk roving begging to become lace certainly doesn't help matters either. I said I was hooked before. Oh, how I understated matters.



With my much larger Kundert to help ply, half of the roving has already been turned into near laceweight 2-ply. Now, fingers crossed that at the end of four ounces, I’ll have enough yardage to knit myself one of these. Go on, take a look. Just be sure to remember to keep breathing, or have a swooning couch handy!