The other night I got dh to take me to a coffeehouse the local synagogue was having. The musicians, a man and woman, played and sang a kind of jazz/folk that was pretty interesting. After intermission, the woman walked back up the aisle to the stage, and my husband could not take his eyes off her. I had to laugh. Any other man I would have suspected of having the hots for her, but I knew my my boy well. He was crazy for the shawl/sweater she had put on backstage! Ah, a true knitter’s husband.
Truth to tell, I found it fascinating, too. It was a rectangular lace shawl with long bell sleeves set in it. I couldn’t figure out how it was made. Was it steeked? God, I hoped not! I could tell it was machine made, but I was desperate to make one like it.
After the concert, I joined the little group of people waiting to talk to her. They all wanted to tell her how much they loved her singing, and her musical style. When it was my turn, the first thing out of my mouth was, “Can I see your shawl?” Then, I realized how dumb that sounded, so I told her I was a knitter.
Fortunately, it turned out, so was she, but she has never attempted anything as difficult as lace. Even looking at it up close, I am not sure I have the skill to reproduce it.
I have spent two days online looking for something like it, but have had no luck.
Someday, though, I am going to find something like it, or I am going to get brave, and, I don’t know, stick some sleeves smack dab in an Orenburg Lace shawl or something, and then I will have something to show people!