It is hard to loose my south Louisiana roots - can you say Cajun? Does gumbo have meaning? Now, life revolves around the southern California area from the sandy beaches to the Valley and out to the desert.
Lace. On the needles. It looks so bad. So very bad.
This is one of the precious alpaca yarns that I acquired on the summer trip to Peru. The yarn is lovely. The color, in real life and seen through aging eyes, is not as deep as merlot but within my preferred range. I love the yarn.
And I love lace once it is blocked into all of its holey-ness and expands to show the true pattern.
But right now, it just looks bad. Hang in there with me. . .