Progress for an April Monday
T.S. Eliot was right. April? Totally perverse. One foot in a new wool sock, the other one all pedicured for spring and wishing it had a sock. Saturday morning the grass was covered with snow, Sunday it was green again. But it’s still cold. What’s next, ninety degrees and a plague of tropical frogs?
My first finished Noro sock is a very happy thing, despite the silly weather. My foot loves it. (The other foot really is very jealous.) All you Noro sock yarn naysayers and doubters? Keep it up. That will leave more Noro for me — I love it, and it feels great on my foot, not unlike Opal, which makes some of my favorite socks. But you’d hate it, I know you would.
Ground has been broken on my Stonington Shawl. Looks rather like a butterfly there, doesn’t it? This, I think, will be a fun one. I’m sure it will flap those delicate wings and fly on by once I get into the rhythm of the pattern. Of course as I say that, I have a mistake to take out. I always do this with lace. No matter how carefully I start, or how easy the pattern is, I goof it up and have to rip it out several times before I hit a groove. Don’t know why.
What about my other lace shawl? Well, I’m within just a few rows of finishing the first side. I’ll take a photo when this half is done. Tonight, though, I’m starting that second sock. I know better than to trust April.
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