I ate a lovely ham dinner. I gained 2.5 lbs. Mother was right. You do retain fluid when you eat ham. 24 hours later, the fluid was (mostly) gone.
The lace making continues, and it is, without question, the most difficult thing I have done in a long time. I spent at least 15 hours on this week's homework. I ripped out (gently teased apart) every inch many times. Like 6 to 8 times each. You can only get so far before the mistake causes you a problem. There are no fudges available. Now the good part is that I do recognize the problem, and many times can see what I did wrong. The mistakes seem to come in every department. There is just so much to think about. You are working from a dotted sheet with squiggly lines for a pattern. my instructor gives me written directions as well, but she can only say so much before it gets cluttered. I have to recognize the rest on my own. So, lacing is a thinking person's sport. As I wander into older age, this will be good for me.
The final product (to me) is beautiful. My teacher says it may not be museum quality yet, but I think she may be underplaying my brilliance. Yes, lacing can lead to delusional thinking.
See? So beautiful!
Thank heavens my thread didn't break! Can you imagine the shrieking? It hung in there, and I gave thanks to the thread gods after every row (forward and back). Now my littlest sister says I am just like my mother in this regard. Maybe. But perhaps more like my mother on crack. Each generation takes what they see and know and adapts it to fit their own life. I hope my persistance is not problem doggedness. I think perhaps it has been in the past, but I hope I am more balanced now.