(My apologies to "the Lady of Shalott...") Alas poor lady, what were you thinking To leave your web undone, unlinking For handsome knight with spurs a-clinking; Methinks your plan, it was a-stinking To leave fair Isle Shalott! These knights are faithless, false, and fickle. They'll steal your kisses and a tickle Then up and leave you in a pickle Alone in Camelot. But needlework, it is your power! You loop and chain by hour and hour Creating beauty in your bower Crocheting magic in the tower Of lovely Isle Shalott. So stray not 'til your work is done; Don't leave your shawl until it's spun Or tragedy instead of fun You'll find in Camelot. And so crochet by night and day; Complete your web, do not delay! Then break the mirror; go and play Cavort and gambol, wild and gay With handsome Lancelot. You'll snare him in your web, I know While both of you wild oats will sow And break the curse of the U.F.O. Together in Camelot!
17 dc = 4 inches
Knitting constantly, Unless I'm crocheting...
I started at my grandmother's knee. It was said that as a child back in the "old country" she was exempted from farm labor because she could knit an entire thigh-length stocking in an afternoon. Now THERE'S incentive to work on your knitting speed!