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LJ SURVIVOR 2020—Challenge 5--Caught in the Web
LJ SURVIVOR 2020
Challenge 5: Caught in the Web
Silk thread slips through her fingers as she weaves it in and out counting aloud,
“Chain three, dc five, chain three, dc seven…”
On and on, around and around, carefully measured loops and knots and twists and turns, each pass enlarging the creation in her hands in tiny increments.
She daydreams as she works. Who will wear this? Will it be for a Christening, or a wedding, will someone place it on their piano and put a crystal vase of roses on it? She smiles as she imagines sunbeams passing through the crystal and painting colorful patterns over her finished work. It will take many more hours, days, and weeks until the delicate lace is complete, but she is confident that when finished it will be beautiful.
Her shawls are coveted. And she is paid well for her work, but the money never matters to her as much as the satisfaction she feels when she holds the finished product in her hands, or when she hears the delighted exclamations of prospective buyers as they examine her work.
The light is going, the sun sliding behind the mountains. She holds her handiwork up admiring the delicate pattern, and then carefully folds her work and gently places it in a pillowcase to keep it clean and safe. Rising slowly, she moves over to the window. She picks up a newspaper, rolling it up in her hands as she goes, then swipes it at the web a spider has been weaving all afternoon. She shudders as the spider’s craft falls to the floor along with a fly still struggling to free its weakening body from the thread.
Challenge 5: Caught in the Web
Silk thread slips through her fingers as she weaves it in and out counting aloud,
“Chain three, dc five, chain three, dc seven…”
On and on, around and around, carefully measured loops and knots and twists and turns, each pass enlarging the creation in her hands in tiny increments.
She daydreams as she works. Who will wear this? Will it be for a Christening, or a wedding, will someone place it on their piano and put a crystal vase of roses on it? She smiles as she imagines sunbeams passing through the crystal and painting colorful patterns over her finished work. It will take many more hours, days, and weeks until the delicate lace is complete, but she is confident that when finished it will be beautiful.
Her shawls are coveted. And she is paid well for her work, but the money never matters to her as much as the satisfaction she feels when she holds the finished product in her hands, or when she hears the delighted exclamations of prospective buyers as they examine her work.
The light is going, the sun sliding behind the mountains. She holds her handiwork up admiring the delicate pattern, and then carefully folds her work and gently places it in a pillowcase to keep it clean and safe. Rising slowly, she moves over to the window. She picks up a newspaper, rolling it up in her hands as she goes, then swipes it at the web a spider has been weaving all afternoon. She shudders as the spider’s craft falls to the floor along with a fly still struggling to free its weakening body from the thread.