A Quickie

My father took my mother out to dinner for their first date. When the waitress came to take their order, my father—wide eyed and innocent—asked the waitress, “What’s a ‘quickie’?” Horrified, my mother looked at the menu and said, “He means ‘quiche.'”

Nearly a decade after their divorce, that story still makes me laugh. And I can’t use the word “quickie” without thinking about it.

Well, my latest cast-on is actually quite a quickie, which is completely unexpected.

What could it be??

From a quick look at this pattern, I expected some trouble. My first repeat was a little shaky as I tried to figure out what I was supposed to be doing. After that, it just started to cruise.

Looking decidedly sock-ish…

You’ve gotta love how lace looks like a whole big mess of nothing while it’s on the needles. Fortunately, they don’t look like nothing when they’re on! Hopefully I’ll be rocking these hot little numbers—my own pair of Bettie’s Lace Stockings—real soon!