I have dipped my toes in the lace knitting waters. I had the Silky Wool that I erroneously bought for my stranded mittens and instead of storing it away in the Rubbermaid tub that houses my stash I kept it out with Branching Out in mind.
There were a few false starts and I had to frog it completely a couple of times but after a few pattern repeats I was good to go. I learned that lace knitting is better suited to do at home since apparently talking and following the pattern was a bit tough for me. And in one instance I learned lace knitting , talking and drinking beer definitely is a bad thing that forced me to rip back a few rows. I still have to block it but I couldn't wait to show it off.
In other exciting knitting news a couple members of Team Dive Bar Worship and I are heading to Rhinebeck!