I recently helped a knitting buddy revise her own abandoned lace project. She had ambitiously set out to make a large lace shawl for a friend as a retirement present. It was a very complex pattern, with 3 sections, each with unique and intricate patterns made with linen. She almost made it to the end of one section before realizing that it would never be finished. It sat in a bag that way for at least a year, until a few weeks ago when she handed it to me (for the second time, it turns out--I had helped her take out a few rows to fix a mistake awhile back) and said she'd like to take out a few inches to render a simple triangle that could be used by itself as a scarf.
I put in a "life line" a few rows up from the widest part of the section. The life line turned out to be on multiple rows, but I managed to pick up enough to salvage it. Then I tinked about 7 rows. Have you ever tinked a row of lace? Painful. Several sessions of tinking, with the aid of a few drinks to make it fun, and I was ready to apply an edge and bind off.
Now it's beautiful.
You might expect this adventure to turn me away from knitting lace. Instead, I've started (and abandoned) one project, and started another that I'm still working on.
Other adventures:
Milano is offically done:
A duplicate stitch heart, on my sleeve. |
Those lambs are too cute.