I have been working diligently this morning to complete my Suri Alpaca Blue Jeans Leaf Lace Shawl and just finished the binding off and weaving in ends.
It doesn’t look like much now, but that’s one of the joys of lace. After dousing in water, stretching, pinning, and waiting to dry, this thing that just looks like a jumble now will become totally transformed.
It occurs to me that life, and especially the spiritual like, is a lot like knitted lace. We start out with something pretty good to begin with: some luscious yarn and a couple of sticks.
Then it takes a lot of time and patience to work it into the pattern. Sometimes we have to un-knit (tink) or even rip out (frog) to fix mistakes we’ve made along the way. Other times we can make little repairs without having to do anything drastic. If we’re lucky we won’t even be able to tell where the mistakes are when we’re all finished.
Still, when we get to what appears to be the end, there is more work. Drenching, stretching, pinning, and waiting. ‘Sounds like my life, for sure.
There is always the opportunity for transformation, no matter what shape we find ourselves in.
The Apostle Paul wrote:
For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. 1 Corinthians 13:12
Check by tomorrow to see what I’m taking off the blocking board today, and then on Friday to see what this lace will become.
While I’ve been working on my lace knitting, John has been building his new super lightweight bicycle. I think it’s really cool that the blue tires match the blue frame. Who cares about all the neat technical stuff it has on it?
Yes, we do have books in our garage. It has a double life as a library and garage. And my dyeing studio. So I guess that makes it a multipurpose room.