I always swore it would never happen. I am NOT that knitter. I can't see the order in the stitches (like I can with cables — I can knit cables underwater in the dark. Though, really, I don't like to do it that way).
But it did. I blame Cassie and Romi the most. Enablers, both of them, of the highest order. Cassie taught me that stitch markers are your friend (tiny rubber bands! You can get them on the hair product aisle, 300 count, like four bucks. They're awesome) and Romi taught me that lace can be nothing short of entrancing (her designs are magical).
This is the Fountain Pen shawl. When I saw the name, I HAD to knit it, right? (I'm still one of those writers who loves her fountain pens, pretentious as they may seem. I just love the angle they make on the page.)
You can see why it's called that here: see the shape of the nib?
And in the nib's breather hole is a nupp. (That's just a fun sentence to write.)
I, unlike many knitters, like nupps. But I'm a loose knitter, so that makes everything easier (if you know what I mean, BA-DUM-BUM).
Ravelry link here. Yarn: Holiday Yarns Skinny Ewe, one skein, on US5.
I am seriously looking forward to wearing this in Italy.
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