T H E Lace Shawl - and other insightful thoughts.

 Yes, that brief scrap of knitting sitting on my kitchen table, is indeed, my freakin' lace shawl.
Previous blogs have detailed the trials and tribulations of said item - difficulty purchasing overpriced needles and yarn, wild knotting of wool while winding, needles confiscated at airport, resorting to an excel spreadsheet to figure out the pattern - and believe it or not I could go on.  The latest blow being that I ran out of yarn.  So, instead of a lace shawl I have a kind of large lace scarf.

It doesn't look like much.  Probably would be more interesting if I had taken a picture of the front of the quilt I have underneath the shawl.  The really sad part of all of this experience is that I have come to love knitting lace and am looking even now for my next adventure in KNITTING LACE.  Sheesh.

Okay, so the "other insightful thoughts" mentioned in the title are really just this one.  I needed a can of Bing Cherries the other day so off I go to get one from the Valley Grocery.  I wandered around impulse buying on my way to the canned fruit aisle and when I got to the Bing Cherry section there was a store employee, a Education Assistant from Bert Fox School, and a student who was likely on some kind of work experience program working on getting cans of pears on the shelf in the right location.  My first impulse was to ask for the can of cherries, but the two adults were really focused on helping the student with getting the job done.  I know that there is a lot of effort put into helping a student in these programs.  I also know that the student benefits a lot from being able to participate in these programs, so I decided to stand back. I only waited a couple of minutes before one of them asked if they could help me and I was given my can of fruit and went on my way with thank you and a smile.  The three of them apologized for being in the way, and to my regret, I didn't say "what you were doing was really more important".  So, my personal insight was this.  How many times have I pushed through, cut off, or ran over other important life moments for something like an emergency can of Bing Cherries?   And, does this fall under the category of "stop and smell the roses" or "wake up and smell the coffee"??

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