Blocking

I never used to block anything, but I'm a believer now. It seems to relax the wool and yet sharpen up the lace pattern and the shape of the knitted piece. It's difficult finding a surface large enough for the big things, like this almost-seven-foot-long wrap. That's my dining table pressed into service yet again, buried under four layers of thick bath towels. I wrote about this particular wrap a few posts back; it's the merino from Uruguay I got off ebay a couple of months ago. Turns out it is not colour-fast, as it bled vast quantities of pink whilst lounging in its bath, and I suspect it will felt like a bugger with the slightest encouragement, but I love it. It is unbelievably soft.