All is Not Lost

Anyone watching the Lost series finale tonight?

It's a very big deal in this house.

Nigel and Ian and I started watching the series near to when it started all those years ago, and though the series lost (hah! lost!) interest for me after the second season (and, to be fair, it truly was wretched), Ian and Nigel continued watching week after week, and in the last months there has been much talk around the house about how the series will tie up all it's loose ends and answer all questions. I'm guessing they'll wipe out all of humanity - but then, I'm not a true fan.



In honour of the big finale I'm being supportive and fixing a few evening treats. We've labelled our sodas, among other things...



I've made a batch of peanut butter cookies (apparently Juliet makes them for either Sawyer or Jack, I don't remember who)...



and I've even got the cookies in a "cottage" beside a "palm tree". The boys are getting very excited!

I think I'll knit while they get Lost.

Uh-huh, the knitting...

Over the last few years I've developed the bad habit of starting new projects before finishing what I'm already working on. In the old days I use to feel much more accomplished and, hmmm, well, calm, I think, but lately I seem to be frantic a lot of the time as I jump from project to project to chore to commitment.

So last night I decided to make a bold decision, I decided to rip out all the partially finished work on the Seaweed Stole that I started two summers ago. I don't like abandoning projects, but I felt a tad radical last night. It was very liberating - for about five minutes...

When I saw the 100% silk yarn from Colour Mart in Aqua Marl sitting there, I couldn't help but feel inspired...

Uh-huh...

and so, I printed off the pattern for Emily Dickinson by Dublin designer Keiran Foley. On first glance, this shawl looks easy-peasy, it's mostly garter stitch, interspersed with a few beads.

Uh-huh...

And so...

late last night, I began...

not thinking about the fact that this isn't just any old lace yarn, it's Cobweb Lace (about as thin as sewing thread), and 100% silk (Ooooo, very slippery and hard to handle), and instead of casting on a few stitches and expanding with each row (like many shawls), we start by casting on 545 stitches,

with silk,

late at night,

knitting beads into that first row every 16 stitches...

Uh-huh...



By the end of the first row, my fingers were numb, I could no longer focus my eyes and I had a splitting headache. I was wondering if this is what it felt like to have a stroke, when I decided to toddle off to bed.

I've been wondering if, in the future, someone will say "remember Great Aunt Annie, wasn't she the one felled by Emily Dickinson?"



An analysis here.