So Busy

The shawls are stacking up nicely. There are four hanging in the hall closet now, and their fringe is satisfactory. While producing a crocheted shawl can be in line with the prayerful approach recommended, getting one fringed presents another position. Maybe I've got the right methods going now. Maybe the Holy Ghost took over.

My absolute favorite is crocheted with these huge needles, therefore big lacy stitches, out of burgundy colored boucle, which is a really thin soft and fuzzy thread; the color varies within the huge skein, and the really dark sections are so hard to handle on my lap that I ended up crocheting on the wooden dining room table with the shawl moving across, flat, so that I could see what I was doing. It's so soft, and so pretty, I just love it. I've started one of the sort Norah told us about: change yarn at the end of each long knitted row, leaving twelve-inch ends -- which is the fringe. I'm repeating yarn now. A second rosy one, a second varicolored in blue one. Curiously, it's not so engrossing to work the second shawl in the same material as it was the first time.

I block them in the kitchen and roll them in huge white towels; lay it out upstairs in the south bedroom where a shower curtain is on top of the bedspread, because each shawl is about as long as the bed. That's such a nice warm room, the sunlight pours in. Even today, when we expect snow to fall a lot pretty soon, the day is bright with sunshine. I brought the orchid pot inside yesterday, the pot was so cold to the touch out on the back porch; but it's going back out again, maybe tomorrow? I should crochet a little shawl for it?