Yet another product

I don't really know how I have had time to do any knitting at all, what with the start of the Tour (de France); the Indianapolis Grand Prix; the continuation of the tennis; and we will draw a veil over the F-word; but I have yet another product to show you:



This is the Garden Shawl, finally off the needles.

Doesn't look much, does it?

Wait, for the magic of lace knitting is about to be revealed.

Gather your tools:



A quick dunk in lukewarm water and hair shampoo. A gentle squeeze. Thread the fishing line (secret weapon) through each point. Drag out the blue checked bedspread. Spread out. Pin down. Stand back in amazement.



Here I am in mid-block. This photograph is for Gill, who left me a comment bemoaning the fact that I've only worn the Annie Modesitt silk corset once. Here I am in it. It crossed my mind that the reason I haven't worn it is that the weather has not been hot enough. I would say that the weather is certainly hot enough now. (Also, Gill, if you are reading this, send me an email (addy in the sidebar) and I will reveal all about the knitting of the silk corset. Otherwise, I have no way of getting in touch with you.)



Here I am in the garden, at 7.30am, dressed as if for the Opera (only the tiara is missing):



and again:


Photographs courtesy of #1 daughter.

Hark! Do you hear it? Yes, it's the sound of me blowing my own trumpet, or, as you chaps across the pond would say, "Tooting my own horn." The mental image that conjures up has no place on a knitting blog. No place at all.

So, what's next?

I ordered this because I've already got this.

I have succumbed to the siren call.

"One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring to bind them,
One Ring to bring them all,
And in the darkness bind them."

I can't wait