I’ve been bit by the lace bug - bad. All I can think about is a gorgeous, lightweight lace shawl for the summer. All I did this weekend (besides drink) was dream of lace shawls and scarves. It is like some sick, sad, craving that can’t be satiated until I have a finished one wrapped around me.
I can’t help but covet the Icarus Shawl, with its simple, yet stunning, construction. I’m obsessed with Laminaria and its complex charts and intricate end results. I can’t stop thinking about Juno Regina, and just how lovely it would look draped over my shoulder while I study for grad school in some cold library. I dream of Seascape, in a lovely variegated blue, with shades that undulate like the waves that most likely inspired it.
I obsess over Alhambra, with its simple construction and amazing results for such a small amount of yarn. I have fond thoughts of the Luna Moth Shawl, and delight in the fact that it is knit with worsted weight (of which I have enough in the richest teal). And I dream (literally) of the Sawllowtail Shawl wrapped delicately around my shoulders as I cuddle with my kitten on a Wednesday night, sipping herbal tea.
I don’t plan on beginning one of these until I finish my Leaf Lace Scarf and Spring Forward socks, but that’s not saying much: both projects are nearing completion, and should be done this week. The socks will most likely be done today, which means I can cast on for my Endpaper Mitts! I’m thinking black for the contrasting color, and pink for the main:
