How do you lose underwear?This isn’t a thong I’m talking about, really, can you see me in a thong? Nor is it my usual all cotton granny panties. This is the body shaper I bought for my daughter’s wedding this summer. One of those satiny stretchy torture devices that goes from underneath the girls to halfway down the thighs. It’s the steamroller of body bulge, major cosmetic surgery in a foundation (that’s what they called the lingerie department in my younger days – foundations).
Since the wedding I’ve had two opportunities to benefit from this miracle worker but I can’t find it anywhere. "No doubt" say those familiar with my house, the place famous for task oriented clutter. It ‘s been swallowed up by the gremlins.You know when I’ll find it? A few years down the road, when it no longer fits, while I’m searching for something totally unrelated. Isn’t that how it goes?
My knitting clutter is slowly dissipating as I present to you another FO. This isn’t the best picture of Knitty’s Branching Out, lace-wise, but I thought the colours looked great against our wild huckleberry bush. It’s made from Handmaiden Silk Maiden. There is a slight mistake in the first third, discovered as I was finishing, where one set of leaves is smaller than the others, the result of missing a line in the chart. But I’m taking a lesson from my water colour teacher. If a student is concerned about a funny looking leaf in a painting, he’ll remind us that nature is not perfect; there’s a certain amount of beauty in imperfection. Works for me.
Life's a Stitch 
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