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incandescensTitle: the pattern of insanity
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undauntra
Series: Amber/Knitting
Requested Topic: Entrelac/Logrus, please. In which Euclidean needles do not suffice.
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/925482.html
“You go back and forward on the little square,” my mother Dara muttered to herself, “back and forward, back and forward, until it comes to a point, and then you go back and forward on another little square, back and forward and . . .”
“Was it the Logrus that did this to her?” I demanded of my mentor Suhuy.
“No, Merlin,” he said gravely. “It was a step too far on a path far better not taken. Stick to stockinette and garter, I told her. Make mittens and hats. But no. She must try entrelac. And now she must pay the price.”
Requester:
undauntraSeries: Amber/Knitting
Requested Topic: Entrelac/Logrus, please. In which Euclidean needles do not suffice.
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/925482.html
“You go back and forward on the little square,” my mother Dara muttered to herself, “back and forward, back and forward, until it comes to a point, and then you go back and forward on another little square, back and forward and . . .”
“Was it the Logrus that did this to her?” I demanded of my mentor Suhuy.
“No, Merlin,” he said gravely. “It was a step too far on a path far better not taken. Stick to stockinette and garter, I told her. Make mittens and hats. But no. She must try entrelac. And now she must pay the price.”
