As you can see from my selection from Monarch Knitting and Quilts in Pacific Grove, CA, I may have a problem with lace. I couldn't resist the lichen colored Misti Alpaca. The palest of ocean blue merino laceweight seemed to whisper in my ears "make a shawl with me and whenever you wear it, you will hear the Monterey Bay." Even the pink and purple soysilk, which would seem out of place here, was made into a wonderful neck scarf that will be striking on my daring friend Jana, a red head with true style.
At the Monterey Pronk that weekend, I met the alpaca breeder who sold me the lovely creamy alpaca from two of her finest fleeces.
I think I may have a problem with lace. See, it all started by me wanting to make a simple but elegant little pair of socks for my mother. Those accomplished with lace may scoff that the simple little pattern I selected, but these socks have taught me much.
In fact, I made a huge discovery on the plane winging westward, somewhere over the Sierra Nevada I believe. I have been knitting my yarnovers incorrectly. That is, knitting into them on the next row, I was working devilishly hard to put an extra twist into each stitch. Once I discovered the error of my ways, the lace just opened up before by eyes, like the socks' eponymous butterfly, and took wing.
My heart has taken wing for lace.
