Dear Lace

I love you, but heaven help me I have no idea why. You don't get along with my friends. Every time I take you out, you act up and monopolize my attention. You are demanding...always asking for yarn overs and then being a real jerk when I forget them. And honestly, there are just so many unknowns with you. So often, I just have to go on blind faith and hope for the best. I have to help you so much and there is no guarantee you will look right after all my efforts. You are very particular about your care. You require such a gentle hand (yet oddly, you sometimes need a firm one.)

But I could never leave you. Ultimately, you are an etheral, delicate soul. You are more beautiful than anything else I could knit. Nothing compares to the joy you bring me. To be with you in public makes me proud. You are worth all the agony and tears.