Ah, I'm warning myself now so that when, in a month or two, I am weeping and tearing my hair out I will look back at this and know that I knew that it would turn out this way.
Knitting I cannot do,
I know I can't, I'm sure I can't.
I cannot knit.
I know I can't, I'm sure I can't.
I cannot knit.
So answer me this. Why on earth do I want to try lace knitting of all things and not a scarf, OH NO! I want to do a big son of a gun Icarus shawl!
It is gorgeous admittedly and I already have my eye on some cashmere yarn for the project. But Lord God (and I am not blaspheming here 'cos only He knows what is going on in my tiny mind right now and I think even He is scratching His head) what am I thinking?
And yet I know I will try and it is largely due to two yarn stores that are tantamount to yarn/fibre porn. One look at Posh Yarn and Hip Knits and I was a goner. Woe is me, I am the Lady of Shallot, doomed I tell ye...doomed.
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