This isn’t a craft blog. There are so many wonderful ones out there, and I’ve been slurping them up this week — like the last drops of Breyer’s Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream in my bowl. I would love to just gush about string and colors and beads all day long.
I bought this book for myself as a birthday present: Victorian Lace Today. Oh, yummy. I literally gasped at every page. The knitter-author resurrected old Victorian lace patterns in new colors and fibers. Fans have even started a blog just to account on project progress. This blogger has scanned in some of the yummiest pics. Knitting lace is amazing. It’s just string, metal sticks, math, and carpal tunnel syndrome. All mixed together, you get something celestial.
Now that I’m the ripe old age of 39, can I get away with wrapping these little numbers around my shoulders? On all those chilly nights that I go to the theatre?
I do have one lace project I can officially call completed. It, too, is an old pattern from a Dover book translated from German. In wool.
So whatchas think? Is my model as willowy? My camera as jazzy? Our environs as noble? I’m sure the professional model doesn’t floss her two teeth while on the job!
Now you see why I don’t have a craft blog.