Showing posts with label lace scarf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lace scarf. Show all posts

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Pickin' it back up.



So I have finally picked my lace project back up. I'm not attacking things with as much vigor as I was before, but I'm doing the "slow and steady wins the race" thing. One reason that's good is that I am taking the time to enjoy the process and not just rushing to have something new at the end of it.

There's still that one little hiccup, back before I set the project down for a while, where I had dropped a stitch or something, and ended up with a whole. But by my calculations, I've decided that it's no big deal because a) it's my first lace scarf and your first everything is supposed to have some mess ups and b) it's at the bottom, so I don't think it'll be mega obvious.

My goal is to make it a longer scarf. I imagine it being a nice springtime scarf that I can wear out and about in Evansville. Casual, yet classy.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

lace makes me crabby

















So here's what I've been doing. It took two point five years to actually get my yarn in the mail, so in the meantime I made two cozies, as seen on the right. One has my camera, the other is for Laura! This time instead of using velcro I made button holes. It was much easier than messing around with all the sewing. The base pattern was from Stitch n Bitch but I sorta just made it as long as I felt like and I only used one yarn thing for Laura's and two for my own. I just sorta took creative liberties there. Not that it's difficult with a cozy like such.

The left picture is the beginning of my lace scarf. I'm not so sure how it's going. I've been told to keep trucking and it'll be fine and to wait til I block it because apparently that makes a difference. In the meantime, I'm just trying to get used to looser stitches. For citing purposes, here's the pattern I'm using: http://www.heartstringsfiberarts.com/a6-pattern.shtm

In a related note, I think it's cruel for the yarn industry to make anything into a hank and expect me to ball it myself. That was nearly 3 hours of my life I'll never get back again.