Sunday, December 7, 2014


The other day I was hanging around my favorite yarn store, Windy Knitty, where it just so happens I teach crochet, and a guy named Kevin walked in looking for yarn with which to make Christmas hats for all his kids, nieces and nephews.  Now, I've met a number of men who knit, but very few who crochet.  So, I jumped up and showed him the store sample of my hat (the Beshert Chapeau, available on Ravelry), and he showed me the hats he was making.  He said he'd learned to crochet from his grandmother, and that this was the basic beanie that she made for everyone.  As he described the hat to me, I jotted down a few notes.  Kevin said my notes looked exactly like the notes he'd inherited from his grandmother, and that it had taken him a few years to decipher them.  As I've always maintained, needlework connects people through the generations.  I felt honored to be connected to his grandmother in this way. 

I love this design because it's both simple and versatile.  You can play around with color and texture for variety, but the basic design remains the same.  

Since I haven't blogged in a long time, I decided to write up this pattern.  In addition to the basic instructions, I give two suggestions for changing up color (these are the suggestions handed down to Kevin from his grandmother), but really, you can do anything with it.  I used front post crochet stitches for texture, but you can use puff stitches, shell stitches, or any other stitch your heart desires. You can make the hat longer or shorter, fold up the brim or leave it straight, make it slouchy or snug fitting, make it in fingering weight yarn for a baby or child...  The variations are limited only by your imagination, and your stash.

And so without further ado, I present to you, Kevin's Grandmother's Basic Beanie Pattern.


YO and pull through loop on hook.

Slip Stitch:
Insert hook in stitch indicated, YO and pull through stitch and all loop on hook.

Single Crochet:
Insert hook in stitch indicated, YO and pull up a loop (you now have 2 loops on hook), YO and pull through two loops.

Double Crochet:
YO, insert hook in stitch indicated, YO and pull up a loop (you now have 3 loops on hook), YO and pull through two loops, YO and pull through remaining two loops.

Invisible Join:
When completing a round, SL ST into 1st DC of the round.  CH 1.  Then DC into same stitch.  Counts as 1st DC of new round.
Front post double crochet:
YO, insert hook from front to back to front around post of indicated stitch.  Finish stitch as regular DC.

Michael N. models his new hat.


CH 6, Join with SL ST in 6th CH from hook to form a ring.

ROUND 1:        CH 3 (counts as 1st DC); work 11 DC into ring.  (12 DC);

ROUND 2:        INV JOIN (SL ST into 1st DC of the round, CH 1. DC into same stitch.  Counts as 1st DC of new round), 1 DC into same DC as INV. JOIN, work 2 DC into each of the next 11 DC (24 DC);

ROUND 3:        INV JOIN, DC into same stitch, *1 DC into next stitch, 2 DC into next stitch,* repeat from * to * all the way around; 1 DC into last un-worked stitch (36 DC);

ROUND 4:        INV JOIN, DC into same stitch, *1 DC into each of the next 2 stitches, 2 DC into next stitch,* repeat from * to * all the way around; 1 DC into each of the last 2 un-worked stitches (48 DC);

ROUND 5:        INV JOIN, DC into same stitch, *1 DC into each of the next 3 stitches, 2 DC into next stitch,* repeat from * to * all the way around; 1 DC into each of the last 3 un-worked stitches (60 DC);

ROUND 6:        INV JOIN, DC into same stitch, *1 DC into each of the next 7 stitches, 2 DC into next stitch,* repeat from * to * all the way around; 1 DC into each of the last 7 un-worked stitches (66 DC);

ROUND 7:        INV JOIN, DC into NEXT stitch, and into each stitch all the way around (66 DC);

Repeat ROUND 7 until hat is desired length.  SL ST into first DC of final round to join; CH 1, SC in same stitch and in each stitch all the way around, SL ST to join, cut yarn and pull through.  Weave in ends.


To add interest, you may choose to change colors for certain rounds.  For the hat pictured on the first page, I worked the rows as follows:

ROUNDS 1 through 3: Dark Brown
ROUNDS 4 through 7: Camel
ROUND 8:                    SC  (instead of DC) in Dark Brown
ROUND 9:                    SC  (instead of DC) in Camel
ROUNDS 10 and 11:   Chocolate
ROUND 12:                  SC (instead of DC) in Camel
ROUND 13:                  SC (instead of DC) in Dark Brown
ROUNDS 14 to end:    Camel
Final SC ROUND:         Dark Brown

Another option is to add FPDC stitches for texture.
For the purple hat, I worked ROUNDS 1 through 7 as instructed.  Then I alternated 3 rounds of alternating FPDC and 3 rounds of regular DC, 3 times, followed by a round of SC, as indicated in the instructions.

To work an ALTERNATING FPDC round, stitch as follows: INV JOIN, FPDC into next stitch (YO, insert hook from front to back to front around post of indicated stitch.  Finish stitch as regular DC); DC into next stitch.  Continue alternating, FPDC, DC, FPDC, DC all the way around.

These diagrams illustrate the FPDC:

This illustration shows now to work an entire row of FPDC stitches.

This illustration shows two DC stitches followed by one FPDC stitch.

I hope you enjoy this pattern, and have fun experimenting with colors and textures to make the hat uniquely your own.  Please feel free to sell or give away any hats made using this pattern.  If you print out the pattern to give away, I only ask that you include the information as to where you found it. 

Monday, January 21, 2013


I received so many compliments on the fascinator I wore on New Year's Eve that I thought it might be fun to make one.  Thinking about what would go into creating a fascinator led me to thinking about crocheted jewelry in general.  Next thing I knew, I was purchasing red crochet thread, ribbons, hearts and flowers.

The hypothesis for my experiment was that Lisa Gentry's Unforgettable Wrap pattern could be converted into a really cute holiday necklace pattern.  You can find this pattern on Ravelry at Unforgettable Wrap Ravelry Link.

To test my hypothesis, I used No. 10 crochet thread and a 2.25 mm steel hook.  Starting with an 18" center row, I  worked the pattern as written until the last round.  On the last round, I added silver-lined glass beads instead of stitching picots; and I added a closure with a 2" extender.  I probably should have used a button instead of a group of beads for the closure, but didn't have any matching buttons on hand.

Here is the results:

My conclusion is that the Unforgettable Wrap pattern can be used to make a really cute bracelet, headband, or choker, but not an 18" necklace.  It's too wide to lie flat when used as a necklace.  

This is what the wrap looks like when stitched
 according to the pattern instructions.

In any case - if you're thinking about stitching up some fun jewelry to wear on Valentine's Day but don't feel up to designing just yet, why not give this a try!  You can use this pattern, or pick any scarf pattern you like.  Substitute crochet thread for yarn, add some beads or buttons, and see what happens.

Thanks and happy hooking everyone.

Friday, November 30, 2012


When the lovely and talented Kristin Omdahl asked if I’d be interested in writing a review of her new no-rinse delicate wash, Wrapture by Eucalan, I jumped at the chance.  Seriously, what person who has ever wielded a crochet hook wouldn’t be thrilled to have a chance to associate herself (or himself) in even the smallest, most tenuous way, with Kristin?  I mean, beeyotch, puh-leeze!  Am I right?  Of course I’m right!  She’s among the most talented of designers; she’s beautiful; she’s the nicest person ever; and she lives within a short drive of my favorite vacation spot on the planet!  Naturally, I wanted to be a part of this project.

Kristin Omdahl

Never having used Eucalan before, I didn’t really understand what I was promising.  You see, there’s the slightest teensy-weensy little problem.  I’m allergic to wool.  That is, I can work with wool, but only for limited time periods, and I definitely can’t wear it next to my skin. I have extremely sensitive skin.  Let’s say for example that you meet me somewhere for coffee, and you happen to be wearing something particularly itchy.  I will break out in hives the moment I see you.  The mere fact of you sitting near me experiencing the slightest discomfort will cause my immune system to generate a huge histamine reaction.   So, lanolin is an absolute no-no for me, and as if that weren’t annoying enough, I’m also allergic to most floral scents and additives. 

What to do – what to do.  The last thing I wanted to do was let Kristin down.  Here, one of my top crochet idols had asked humble little me for a favor.  I had to come through.  So what did I do?  Did I confess the truth?  Did I ask someone else to try the product?  Did I test it on a gift I was making for someone else?  No!  Of course not.  I did what I always do.  I procrastinated until I felt terribly awkward about the whole thing, and then, eureka!  I had an idea.

The first thing I did was to ask Mandy, owner of Chicago's finest yarn store, Windy Knitty (located at 5653 N. Clark St., Chicago), to try the product.  Mandy informed me that she’s used Eucalan delicate wash often, and she really likes it.  It’s very gentle, and because it has lanolin, it sort of re-invigorates wool garments and fibers.  She also uses it to block pieces.  Instead of dipping them in plain water and then pinning them out, she adds a little Eucalan to the mix.  Since I never make anything wool for myself, I hadn’t done a whole lot of research on best blocking methods for wool.  Mandy also said she’d opened the bottle of Wrapture I’d given her, and liked the scent a lot.

Armed with the information Mandy provided, I decided to do a little more research.  What exactly are the ingredients of Eucalan delicates wash?

  They are:  essential oil (pure, natural oil from lavender, eucalyptus, and night bloom jasmine.  So far, so good, though florals could be a little dangerous);  ammonium lauryl sulfate (vegetable based soap); ammonium chloride (a pinch of salt never hurt anyone, right?),  cocamide MEA; purified water (probably obtained from the office water cooler, wouldn’t you think?); hydroxypropyl methylcellulose (I’m not a chemist, but I’m thinking some kind of water-soluble plant fiber?); methylchloroisothiazolinone (preservative and anti-bacterial); and PEG 75 lanolin (ah – there’s the rub).

Okay, I now knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to use this product to wash anything I’d be wearing close to my skin. 

The next step was the sniff test.  I would open the bottle and smell the contents.  If it made me sneeze, I’d have to give the whole project up. 

I opened the bottle and sniffed.  I can’t remember exactly what happened next but it seemed I was transported to a magical fairy-land of fragrance from which I never wanted to return.  I swear, there was harp music in the background and little mythical creatures frolicking around.  Birds were standing on the window sill, chirping and whistling.  Squirrels were making the bed.   I found I was wearing a ball gown and glass slippers.  Bibbity bobbity boo!  I wanted everything I owned to smell like Wrapture.  I wanted to shampoo my hair and wash my dogs in it.  I wanted to paint my walls with it.  I wanted to build a swimming pool in the backyard and fill it with Wrapture. 

And then I sneezed.  The harsh sting of reality.

It was only a small sneeze, so I decided to try the product anyway.  I read the instructions, and washed a small load of lingerie using Wrapture.   Then, to be extra careful with my oh-so-delicate skin, I did put the load through the delicate rinse cycle...twice.  Then I hung everything up to dry and forgot about it. 

The next day, I walked past the room containing my drying unmentionables, and a diluted version of that wonderful fragrance wafted toward me.  This time, the results weren’t quite as dramatic as when I first opened the bottle.  After all, it was only a small amount and it had been through two rinse cycles.   No mythical creatures appeared, but I’m pretty sure that for a second there, my refrigerator did turn into a golden carriage.  I know what you’re thinking.  “Impossible!  For a plain white refrigerator to become a golden carriage!”  Well, all I can say is, you’ve never smelled Wrapture before!   “Impossible – things are happ’ning every daaaaaaay!”

So, after all this, what’s my review of Wrapture?  Well, if you like Eucalan, then you already know all the good things about it.  What makes Wrapture special is its scent – night bloom jasmine.   The press release describes it as romantic and intoxicating.  And honestly, as silly as it sounds, if ever there was a scent that was romantic and intoxicating; this is it.  I will definitely be keeping a supply of Wrapture in my home, and using it to launder all of my hand-crocheted pieces, for blocking, and for all my delicate washables.   I say this as a person with a pretty serious lanolin and floral allergy.  And that’s probably a good thing because if I didn’t have those allergies, I’d probably buy Wrapture by the gallon and use it to wash everything I own.

Try Wrapture!  You’ll love it!  And your wool and delicate washables will live happily ever after.

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Comment on this blog post about your experience, either with Eucalan or with Wrapture for a chance to win a free bottle of this great new scent by Eucalan.  One name will be chosen at random on 12/15/12.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

RM 1: A STUDY IN CONTRASTS (April, 2002)

April 5, 2002


I walk to the subway station in the late silvery morning.  The air is still too crisp but starting to soften.  My muscles, rigid and aching from having tensed against the brutal winter for so many months, are just beginning to relax.  The annual bone-melting of summer is just over the horizon; I can feel what I think of as my inner Gumby beginning to inhabit my skeleton.  My desire for that Gumby feeling borders on sexual.

Entrance to the subterranean cavern that is the Logan Blvd. station is blocked by a herd of sullen,  young toughs in baggy pants, their shirt tails hanging below their fleece jackets.  They're already in full Gumby mode.  They've probably been like that all winter.  I'm envious.  I glare at them ‘til they move out of my way - and then feel what a bitter old bat they must see in me.  They're just kids on spring break.  They don't know about earning a living yet.  I muster a small smile of gratitude as they let me pass, but not enough to make up for the scowl.

The Logan Blvd. Subway Stop

Waiting in the subterranean tunnel is the usual assortment of just-past-normal-commuting-time riff raff.  Nurses, students, moms with babies, and a few straggling working stiffs who just couldn't quite drag their sorry asses out of bed at a more appropriate hour this morning.  I'm among the latter category.  Among the gathering throng is one youngish guy I've noticed a few times before.  He's wearing the same dirty, faded bell-bottom jeans he's worn before.  I know this because the jeans have a raised seam running down the front of each pant-leg, and who would own more than one pair of pants of this description?  Parenthetically, I can't quite get used to the reappearance of bell-bottoms, some thirty years after Bell-Bottom Blues was released by Derek and the Dominoes.  He also wears an artificially distressed leather jacket.  I guess he didn't have the patience to distress it through use.  Slight build, pale freckled skin, square jaw, watery greenish eyes, and a beak of a nose that gives him an intellectual appearance he may or may not merit.  Your basic Ashkenazi Jewish kid.

The train arrives and we all crowd in.  A handful of lucky souls wedge themselves into the few remaining narrow seats.  The young toughs who barred my entrance to the station earlier have saved a seat for me.  I favor them with a dazzling smile, leftover from my days as a hot young babe and inherited from my mother.  One of them winks back. 

Mr. Ashkenazi is seated across from me.  He pulls a hand-held electronic device out of a non-descript backpack and begins doing whatever it is one does with those things.  There's nothing extraordinary in his behavior, his dress or his expression.  What makes him extraordinary is his ornamentation.  It's both primeval and traditional.  The tops of his ears are pierced many times; he appears to be wearing five or six little silver rings in the top of each ear.  It looks excruciating.  Then there are the earlobes, pierced and then stretched so that the hole in each lobe accommodates a hollow cylinder about an inch in diameter.  I can look right through each cylinder and see the acne on the kid's neck.  A young friend recently informed me that there's a sexual thrill to be gained from the pain of stretching one's earlobes to this extent.  Now I appreciate a sexual thrill as much as the next person, but I’ll pass on this one, thanks.
Hollow Ear-Plugs

The ears, bizarre as they seem, are not the feature that rivets my attention.  What calls my attention to this man and will not let it wander, is his hair.  It's been my experience that people who find it necessary to mutilate themselves to the point of scarring their physical beings for life, generally have also dyed their hair to some unflattering color not found in nature (and really, when one has a spider web tattooed around one's neck and arms, "unflattering" doesn't really come into play.  Picture such a person in a fitting room at Nordstrom's, trying on, say, a silk blouse, and saying "this color really isn't flattering for me."  Not so much).  

The Iguana

The Iguana-Do
The ears, bizarre as they seem, are not the feature that rivets my attention.  What calls my attention to this man and will not let it wander, is his hair.  It's been my experience that people who find it necessary to mutilate themselves to the point of scarring their physical beings for life generally have also dyed their hair to some unflattering color not found in nature (and really, when one has a spider web tattooed around one's neck and arms, "unflattering" doesn't really come into play.  Picture such a person in a fitting room at Nordstrom's, trying on, say, a silk blouse, and saying "this color really isn't flattering for me."  Not so much).  Anyway - this kid's hair is the same sandy-red color that he was most likely born with.  It matches his freckles and his eyes.  It's short and gelled up into a sort of iguana crest atop his head.  Okay, it's a slightly strange hairstyle, but it could be washed and combed into something more reasonable if he suddenly had to attend his cousin's Bar Mitzvah, a funeral or High Holiday services with his parents.  And let's face it, the hair is nothing compared to those - uh - ear cylinders.  

With the Iguana-Do?
Very Attractive.
The thing about his hair that rivets my attention is that, in addition to the reptilian crest, he's wearing payahs.    Yes, payahs: those side-curls or ear-locks worn by Orthodox and Chasidic Jewish men.  These are the men who never leave their heads uncovered, who always wear at least a yarmulke, if not a fedora or a big fur hat (though in the present instance, covering his head would mean flattening the iguana-do, so I imagine that's his reason for eschewing any such accessory).  These are the men who wear prayer shawls under their shirts and never touch another human being, except in the privacy of their own bedrooms (where, I might add, they’re rumored to provide their wives with a thrill that puts those silly earlobe-stretching cylinders to shame).

But I digress.  So here's this youngish guy, looking like a cross between a young Woody Allen and every parent's worst nightmare of a date for his daughter (come to think of it, Woody Allen kind of is every parent's worst nightmare of a date for his daughter, but that's another discussion entirely).  Where was I -------- oh yes - so here's this guy who's wearing your standard-issue youthful rebellion uniform, which, while unattractive, isn't particularly offensive except that it hasn't been washed in a month of Sundays.  He has a reptilian hairdo, which is silly, but not all that unusual, certainly nothing to stare at before one's even had one's first cup of coffee.  And then, this otherwise unremarkable young man exhibits two absolutely astounding characteristics, either of which might attract one's notice, but both of which I have never, in all my years, observed united in the same person.  He has mutilated his ears to the point at which they will require a surgeon to return them to anything resembling normal, and at the absolute opposite end of the cultural scale, he's sporting payahs.

Every parent's worst nightmare.
And I watch him.  He sits quietly, minding his own business.  He neither makes eye contact deliberately nor avoids it.  He doesn't shrink from the accidental touch of a fellow passenger, nor does he assert his presence obtrusively.  He doesn't invade the space of the person sitting next to him, doesn't seem to shrink into himself, doesn't listen to loud music, doesn't do anything that would attract attention.  He's just an average guy, sitting there, fiddling with his little hand-held computer thingy, while his physical appearance fairly shouts to the heavens some horrific internal conflict.

The train reaches Clark and Lake Streets.  My stop, and his also.  We both stand, among others.  He steps back to allow me to go ahead of him.  A perfect little gentleman.  We all trudge up the two flights of wide stairs to the street, where I watch him head south, before I turn north and walk toward my office.  I hope the warring factions in his head will reach detente before he explodes.  I enter the lobby of my office building, and am standing in line for that sweet nectar of the gods, a Dunkin' Donuts coffee, when I realize I'm quietly humming Hatikvah.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012


If you've been reading this blog, you know that I teach crochet at Windy Knitty,  located in Chicago's Andersonville neighborhood.

So you may be surprised to read in these virtual pages that there's a wonderful LYS in the northwest suburbs that I encourage all of you to visit.  It's called Fuzzy Wuzzy Yarns and is located at 218 W. Campbell Street in Arlington Heights, IL, just a hop, skip and jump from our Toddlin' Town.

What, you might wonder, is so exciting about Fuzzy Wuzzy Yarns?  It has an extensive selection of yarns, books and knitting and crochet supplies, but is that any reason for a confirmed City Rat to travel "all the way" out to suburbia?  

Hmmm.  Maybe yes; maybe no.  

But here's something that will really make the trek worthwhile:  On September 16, 2012, beginning at 10 a.m., Fuzzy Wuzzy Yarns will be hosting two fabulous crochet workshops, taught by none other than MARY BETH TEMPLE!  I know, right?  I can hardly contain my excitement!  

Crochet Entrelac
Intermediate Tunesian Crochet

Two of the most in demand and trendy techniques in crochet today - taught by one of our premier designers!  What could be more fun?

But wait!  There's more!
Mary Beth will be introducing her latest book, Curvy Girl Crochet; 25 Patterns that Fit and Flatter (Taunton Press; September 4, 2012).  Yep, that's right!  This book is not even on the shelves yet, and you could get an autographed copy of your very own!

"Okay," you're thinking, "This might be fun, but really, who is this Mary Beth Temple?  Couldn't I just pick up a book and learn entrelac and advanced Tunisian?  What's so special about her?"

Permit me to enlighten you.  Mary Beth Temple is a writer and designer, as well as being a funny, smart and delightful lady.

Mary Beth Temple

You can find her line of crochet and knit patterns at Hooked For Life, and also on Ravelry.  She has a weekly podcast called Getting Loopy, and is the author of a number of books including (but certainly not limited to):

The Perfect Pillow! (Leisure Arts #5243; February 1, 2011),
Hooked for Life; Adventures of a Crochet Zealot (Andrews McMeel Publishing; April 21, 2009),
The Secret Language of Knitters (Andrews McMeel Publishing; July 1, 2007), and
Rescuing Vintage Textiles (Saint Johann Press; August 15, 2000).

And she's teaching TWO (count 'em) workshops at Fuzzy Wuzzy this September 16!!!

Now here's the catch!  In order to make this trip worthwhile for Mary Beth, Fuzzy Wuzzy Yarns needs 10 more class participants.  I plan to attend, and can transport at least 3 of you Chicago peeps.

Once Stitches Midwest, the Ravellenic Games (rolls eyes) and the Yarn Crawl have ended, what were you all planning to do with your weekend afternoons anyway?  C'mon out to Arlington Heights with me.  Meet Mary Beth and expand your crochet skills.  It may be warm and sunny now, but remember, long cold nights aren't far off.  Wouldn't it be nice to have some new crochet techniques in your toolbox this winter?

P.S.  In order to take the Tunisian Workshop, you'll need to learn the three basic Tunisian Crochet stitches.  Don't be shy, now.  I can help you with that!

Wednesday, August 1, 2012


Here's a link to my very first doily pattern:  Flowers and Shells Doily by Yarnover Chicago

Flowers and Shells Doily
Yarnover Chicago
DK Weight Yarn

Flowers and Shells Doily
Yarnover Chicago
No. 10 Crochet Thread

If you're not on Ravelry, signing up is free.  If you prefer not to sign up, but would like this pattern, please leave a comment here and I'll arrange to send you a PDF for $3.25.

Thanks, all.  Enjoy.

Friday, July 27, 2012


Last winter, a family moved out of the second floor apartment in the two-flat next to me.  As often happens when people move, they threw out a whole bunch of stuff.  I happened to be taking my trash out to the back alley one day and I saw boxes upon boxes of stuff they didn't plan to take with them to their new digs.  Always curious about the way people live, I took a cursory glance before going back inside.  It was cold and I'm not in the habit of going through other people's trash. 

There seemed to be a lot of broken kitchen stuff, small appliances, toys, clothes and even books.  Nothing fascinating.  Just the detritus of 5 or 6 years of a family living in an apartment they'd outgrown.  But somehow, as I started walking away, one very small item caught my eye.  I don't know how I spotted it, but I assume the same uncanny ability was in operation that enables me to find a perfect seashell amidst all the broken pieces that wash up on the beach.  I took a second look, not even knowing what it was that had stopped me in my tracks in the first place.  Then I saw it and knew it had to be rescued.  I couldn't just let it sit there amidst the broken toasters, worn out galoshes and old toys, could I?  I took it inside and soaked it in detergent and bleach.  Then washed it in the washing machine.

They were discarding a doily.  But whose?  Did the harried young mom who lived next door to me crochet this beautiful piece?  That didn't seem likely.  Did she buy it somewhere?  Did her mom or grandmother make it and send it to her from Mexico?  I had no idea.  I examined it closely.  It's made out of some kind of stretchy synthetic fiber.  The stitches are very even, but the stitch counts sometimes vary.  I decided I'd attempt to recreate it one day, and put it away amidst my other zillion project starts, almost immediately forgetting it existed at all.

The other day, I happened across this persistent little doily again.  I took out a skein of Ultra Pima in Royal Purple and went to work.  To be honest, though, I took so many liberties with the original design that my piece is more accurately described as "based on" the one I found than an actual recreation of the original.

Flowers and Shells Doily - Yarnover Chicago (prior to blocking)

Now most people would consider using DK weight yarn a little unorthodox for a doily.  Well, dears, I used DK because my days of being young enough to design something in thread are long since over.  I wanted to be able to see what I was doing.  And here, on the blocking boards, are the results.  Note the difference between the finished piece above, and the piece being blocked below.  In case you weren't convinced by my last post on the topic of blocking...

Now - to reproduce this item in thread, write the pattern and make it available on Ravelry.

Before Blocking
In Size 10 Bamboo Crochet Thread

Being blocked.

Thread Version - During Blocking
I just love a picot edging, don't you?

Extreme Close-Up