I thought a fair bit about my dissatisfaction with the knitted entrelac ..
Not happy, Jan !* I told myself.
So, using a new ball to prove that any images were not merely continuations of the now frogged first attempt, I started over.
You can see that it is definitely not the same piece of knitting as previously shown, yes ?
I had just begun to feel smug about managing to do so much better the 2nd time when my day was made and smugness cemented in by L&M’s dropping by with a bunch of flowers from their sensational garden (which they know I miss more than I can say). It’s a sort of cross between a wilderness garden and a cottage garden; and when – in normal times – I’m at their place, I mostly sit on their back patio and gaze upon it ..
See what I mean ..?
*This is an Aussie thing: it became a kind of meme back in the day (which means I can’t remember when); and most Aussies of my ilk remember it