The promised pictures

This is how much I had done on Monday:


And here, reclining on the couch, is that plus today's effort:



After two pattern repeats, I'm by no means an easy, or comfortable, or intuitive lace knitter. I can't do it without the pattern, and as I said yesterday, I couldn't do it without those stitch markers. But I almost always have the right number of stitches when I count now, and I know how to fix a yarn over if it's only one row below. I will never, ever, forget at least one way to make a left -leaning decrease and a right-leaning one.


Also, I think there's one error in the pattern. At least when I do it my way, the count comes out properly, and not with theirs, and it's the kind of error (transposed kind of decrease) that I can oh so easily see myself making.

As I promised, here's the stitch marker proud-mama gallery:

This set is about my favorite so far.

The mouse on the right has a moveable tail.

And they each come in their own little box:


Now, if you'll excuse me, Thing 2 just came through with an old chicken-feed bag and asked if I had any string to make it into a parachute. I told here where it was, then said, "But, you do know, don't you, that it won't catch you if you jump from something like the deck?" And she gave me one of those looks. So I said, "Nothing you make will work for you. Rocks, toys, yes; you, no." She asked, "What CAN I make for me?" Even the suggestion that a real parachute needed height, airplane height, to work hasn't completely discouraged her.

I had better not knit for a little bit.