I proudly cast on with my lovely bamboo after much math knowing that this slim piece of cuteness will now fit my butt. Reading glasses in place I squint over the lace pattern and carefully knit away over two evenings. After one+ pattern repeats, I've truly got a grip on the lace. Yes, I am the queen! But why is it lying so funny? Why can't I see the whole feathery prettiness of it?
Yes, I twisted the stitches when joining the round. I'm knitting a moebius.