Mayday, mayday

Come Mayday, I will be officially casting-on for Sharon Miller's Wedding Ring Shawl. Come Mayday evening, I will just be sending out mayday messages.

You see, this is what happens when you start blogging, you 'meet' people. And they seem nice, kind, clever, funny, and sometimes you start leaving comments, and sometimes those comments turn into emails. And then, someone who you thought was nice, kind, clever, funny turns around and decides to play Flight of the Bumble Bee using your brain as their xylophone. And so the dear, delightful Snow signed us up to a joint, transatlantic adventure, were we would share the pleasures and pains of knitting the Wedding Ring Shawl together. And because she isn't putting me through enough already, we have become the Fellowship of the Ring Shawl (thanks, Mary-Lou). So now I have to watch those blasted movies (if you are a Tolkein freak, I apologize for the diss, but the most Tolkein I ever managed to read was less than a paragraph before I ran screaming from the room), and work out clever and witty over-extended metaphors and puns and references, as if the whole knit itself isn't going to be enough.

But I have to say that the FotRS site is very pretty, as is the button (look, sidebar, linking, even available for your own site, download properly etc., etc., 'cos if you don't the RingWraiths will get you) thanks to the tender ministrations of Scrine, web-designer extraordinaire and cute squinty bird. Who will be watching over us, our own little Gandalf, ready to step in and take control if we lose it too badly.

And, as if that isn't enough, there is even a Knitting the One Ring ring (details on FotRS), so that you can ALL come and play (yes, I'm looking right at you, Wye Sue). Because Snow and I can't be the only ones mad enough to knit this.

So, all that aside, I have been doing other things, now that my back has been crunched into submission by the osteopath. I thought, first, I would work on lace, because I need all the practice I can get, so 40 rows of Sharon Miller's Spring Shawl, which doesn't look very much at all in the photo. And has been put aside, because, funnily enough, I have a hankering to work with large and chunky things right now. So I have my head down, my hands round some 7.5mm needles, and am concentrating on finally finishing a habu jacket. Oh, and fighting with the weed-fest that is the garden (dandelions look so pretty, from a distance), 'cos garden beat-up green stained hands make lace so much easier.

For those who dance round the maypole, have a fun weekend.

Oh, and aren't you impressed with all my casually tossed in LotR words! Look at me, I do Tolkein now.

Oh, and did I mention the FotRS thing?