I love my Blackbird Shawlette. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. I blocked it really quick on Friday, and realized Monday that the decreases in the center were wonky. So, I re-blocked it, taking my time.
The difference between the blocked and un-blocked version is phenomenal. It's like my shawlette is me, tiny and with a lot of potential. Unassuming, but when teased and stretched it's something to be reckoned with. It's elegant and beautiful, like a butterfly in a glass case. I almost don't want to take it down... it won't be this gorgeous.
Repurposing W's homosode was such a good idea. The pins slide into it, and I don't have to worry about someone stepping on it - I can take the board and prop it up against a wall. Or maybe mount it on a wall! It does seem like it could be a work of art more than an article of clothing. It isn't very warm.
But blocking also brings out the bad. I found mistakes I didn't know about (in addition to the ones that I knew about but chose to ignore. Below you can see where I messed up an eyelet row.
Also, I dropped a stitch at the veeeerrrrrryyyy beginning.
While I'm knitting something, I look at mistakes as nonconformities (sorry, engineering school) that need to be fixed, but on the blocking board they're not mistakes, they're things that make my shawl unique and different, like a birth mark.
W and I tried to do an impromptu photo shoot but it just didn't work out. We got a few pictures taken but they were HIDEOUS. I'm transitioning to paleoshowers, and I'm still kind of greasy. I told myself I would give it until the end of the academic quarter and decide if I would continue then - it's only been 8 days.
But I did get one shot where I don't look terribly hideous. I usually hate photos of myself, but every once in a while W takes one and I think "Oooh... I like that picture." Then W says something like "It's overexposed."