Lady of the Lake is finished, and blocking did it a world of good.  When I took it off the needles on Sunday and tried it on, I was sorely tempted to burn it.  It was far too poofy, and it didn’t drape in at the waist at all the way fly-away cardigans normally do.  And it was almost violent in its blueness and it’s frizzyness.  But I listened to reason (i.e. Purlewe et al on KR) and did nothing hasty.  I blocked it in a closed room where I wouldn’t notice it, and I wove in the ends when I got home from work today without trying it on first.   Here it is, on our river birch out front.*

I still don’t know if it’s me.  It’s a much truer blue in real life.  I kept thinking "Grover" when I worked on it, but as soon as Scott saw me in it, he was forced to quote one of the finest skits the State (scroll down a bit) came up with.  But it’s very warm, and very soft, and very light.   

* Small aside–look at what drought does to a Virginia lawn.   We’re in a low spot in our neighborhood and planted the birch the sweater is hanging on to drink up the water that used to collect in our yard.  Well, water doesn’t collect anymore, and I love that birch like a child.  A couple of weekends ago, I finally cracked and let Scott cut down a holly behind where I stood to take the picture that had been threatening our house for years.  I hope the birch benefits from the decreased competition for water. 

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