I finished Aunties' shawl yesterday, tucking in the last of the tails and letting the children parade around the house to model it for Mr. Dee. Since it was raining yesterday I had to wait until today to block it.
Since I do not have a large house with a spare bed, or spare flooring for that matter, blocking for me is an outdoor activity. After a search for my blocking tarp was fruitless, I went to Game Plan B and decided to hang it on the clothesline. (It turns out my father borrowed my tarp to keep my china cabinet nice while he's storing it. Note to self: buy another quality tarp.)
I soaked the shawl in the SOAK detergent and gently squished out the excess water. I hung the shawl on the line and stood back to admire my work. Was I seeing things? I stood there and starred at my stitches. I must have been standing there for awhile because Mr. Dee came running up to me, "What's wrong?" he demanded to know.
I laughed, pointing to my work. "It looks like I left a doorway to release my soul* from my work," I replied. (* there is an Indian tribe that believes if hand work is perfect it traps the soul of that individual. If I can recall the name of the tribe, I'll post it here.)
"Ha! That's a true sign that it was made by hand," he remarked, "and I would have never have noticed if you never have pointed it out!"
He's right, it's not a big error, and it is a sign that the work was made by hand. Of course this also teaches me to go back to using my OTT lite when crocheting into the late evening hours. :)
Pattern by Doris Chan ... "AllShawl;" available on Ravelry
Yarn: six skeins of Simply Soft Shadows and a wee bit over two skeins of Berroco's comfort
Hook: 2008 CGOA Commemorative crochet hook by Brainsbarn.com