Over the year, as the skirt grew, it was hard to imagine anything less like a Christmas tree skirt than the shapeless, heavy mass of dark gray wool that hung from my circular needle. It looked like something colonial Americans might have used to transport dead game. By Labor Day, the body of of the skirt was finished and I could start knitting the lace, and slowly, one stitch for every two rows of lace, release the skirt from the circular needle.
It was only after I'd knit quite a lot of the lace that I realized I'd been knitting it onto the skirt inside-out.
|A close up of the catastrophe|
Gillian suggested I knit an i-cord to cover the mistake, which was a brilliant idea. There's a tiny bit of i-cord still to knit, but I wanted to take the picture before the light faded.
|It looks like what Icelandic flamenco dancers might wear|
I wandered around the yarn shop for ages one evening, trying to pick the right yarn for the i-cord. Originally, I thought a sparkly silver yarn would work, but all the silver yarn was much too fine for this bulky skirt (made from local wool). I think the red was a good choice. It's not sparkly, but it has a subtle pearled quality.