I have been knitting for quite a few years now.
A fair number of things have passed through my needles.
I have made things that just tickled me pink. And there were times that I amazed even myself.
But, my hens and chickens, this linen stitch scarf trumps them all.
Working it is agonizingly slow. At times it seems that no matter how many rows I do, it's still the same size.
(This is patently impossible. Why are you such a fibber?)
I SAID seems. Don't you GET it?
(Never mind.)
I will.
However, now that some real estate has been created, the fabric is revealing its true beauty.
Every few rows, which means at least an hour's worth of knitting, I stop and admire it, feel of it, and fall deeper in love with it.
It's magic.
Knitting magic.
Painstakingly slow magic I admit.
There's no, abracadabra! 'POOF' about it.
But it's magic nonetheless.
Working it is agonizingly slow. At times it seems that no matter how many rows I do, it's still the same size.
(This is patently impossible. Why are you such a fibber?)
I SAID seems. Don't you GET it?
(Never mind.)
I will.
However, now that some real estate has been created, the fabric is revealing its true beauty.
Every few rows, which means at least an hour's worth of knitting, I stop and admire it, feel of it, and fall deeper in love with it.
It's magic.
Knitting magic.
Painstakingly slow magic I admit.
There's no, abracadabra! 'POOF' about it.
But it's magic nonetheless.