Folk Shawls by Cheryl Oberle
I really thought I would have lots more done on this by the time I took this picture. I thought I would awe and amaze you all with my progress. That your jaws would go slack and your mind would boggle. I thought you would then know the true time implications of being at an away horse show for five days.
For knitters, rows are like the rings on a tree – they must certainly indicate endless minutes turning into endless hours.
I never once considered the effects of high humidity on my gauge, not to mention the torrential rain. By the third day, I had given up all hope of knitting.
that was about the time the soft sobbing began.
Oh, how sad. But what you’ve got there is gorgeous. I love the color!
Hey you normally awe and amaze us, so 1 bad week is ok. I love the color.
I see a Yarntainer. And a pig butt. I’m expecting to be awed and amazed soon, darlin’, real soon. ; )
It’s tough to knit in this weather. We’re even humid here in teh desert! You’re on a lace roll and that shawl is growing nicely. You can’t wear it now anyway so relax and enjoy making holes when you can.
I don’t expect to knit at horse shows anymore, to much dust and dirt. I would knit in the evening after we would get back to the hotel.
Don’t feel bad, now you still get to play with the yarn. :-)
What color is that? That’s not the green…is that from granny’s? How is your gauge there?
My jaw IS slack and my mind IS boggled. I think you’re coming along beautifully.