Block That Knit! Block That Knit!

Finished the entrelac bit while listening to Damsel in Distress by P.G. Wodehouse. It's my second-favorite Wodehouse novel after Cocktail Time.

1. Entrelac in all its pre-blocked glory:

Yes, the picture is dark. So is the yarn. Oh, if I were Goth I could say something about it matching my tormented soul, or inner void where my soul ought to have been; as it is, I'll have to settle for something less profound than yarn as an outer manifestation of my innermost self which signifies its quest for meaning in an ultimately meaningless world (e.g "it's not the picture that is dark, but Color 225, Lot A2").

2. Amazing Dreampillow during blocking. I know you're just itching to know the ins and outs of blocking. It's so fascinating. Almost as cool as watching someone vacuum. Maybe if you're good, I'll let you watch some time. As you can see by all the little holes, my inner medieval torturer came out as I stretched the piece within an inch of its life. Then I stuck pins along the edges in true anal-retentive printmaker style, misted it liberally with water and left it to die. Dry. I left it to dry.


3. Post-blocking:

ta-da!

it's still green and brown and scarlet and black and ochre and peach and ruby and olive and violet and fawn. . . . and azure and lemon and russet and grey and purple and white and pink and orange and BLUE! ^{1, 2}

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1. (yes, Mullaly, I know you're singing along)
2. (yes, I understand that there's neither orange nor peach in it, and it's really more malachite and garnet and jasper and jet... but you get the idea)