Hello everyone, Kirstin here! We normally hear from Mom and Dad on Friday, but I’ve finally made appreciable progress on a project I’d like to share. I’m working on a “ponchette” (I’m pretty sure someone made up that word), which is kind of what it sounds like…a small poncho. Here it is so far, with just the bottom rows:

It doesn’t look like a doily. If I repeat that a few more times, it’ll become true. I’ve been working on it for two weeks straight, probably around 40 hours worth of work, and I haven’t even gotten to the part of the pattern where you decrease for the shoulders. The reason is this fingering weight yarn I’m crocheting with. 

It’s a lovely heather grey that practically shines, but it is so fine. Each of the fans is actually nine triple crochet stitches (a lot of theoretically large stitches), and they’re still less than an inch across. And it doesn’t look like a doily!

The yarn is Italian. An Italian friend asked me in yoga the other day, as we were both struggling to stay peacefully in a difficult pose, if we have this saying in English: “Patience is the virtue of the strong.” I’ve always heard the first half, but the bit about strength somehow makes it less trite and school-marmy.