I spent all winter knitting it, here is the lacy little top. Bambu 7 from Woodland Woolworks, pattern from Lanaknits. 
I do apologize for the poor focus mirror pic. Best I could do without a helper.
I like the drape, though it reveals more of me than I am altogether comfortable with. I love the feel of the fabric. I think I got the fit pretty much right, though if I knit it again I’ll probably increase the number of stitches in the lace part, for a roomier skirt, and I’ll give it some short sleeves. Cap sleeves may be a little young for me. There are amber glass leaf beads on the ends of the ties. The ties are not i-cord, but something my grandmother liked to use for drawstring, which I found in the Mary Thomas Knitting Book. My grandmother made them by the dozen from crochet cotton, and they have a nice elasticity, hold a overhand knot and bow (like you tie your shoes) well, come untied easily when you want them to, and do well in the washer and drier. I don’t think it would be violating copyright if I told you that it is as easy as cast on two, yo p2tog until you have the length you want. It’s an unvented kind of a thing. I took the liberty of copying this quotation from the linked page:
The ur-geek of knitting is Elizabeth Zimmerman, whose many innovations include EPS, and the primogenitive Pi Shawl. EZ had the Bach-and-Escher turn of mind for structure. She referred to her inventions as “unventions” because to her, they were all just logical extensions of the existing technology, a matter of seeing something that was always there rather than creating something new; so she could never believe that someone else hadn’t done it before:
Do you mind the word “unvented”? I like it. Invented sounds to me rather pompous and conceited. I picture myself as a knitting inventor, in a clean white coat, sitting in a workshop full of tomes of reference, with charts and graphs on the walls. Not real knitters’ charts, which are usually scribbled on odd and dog-eared pieces of squared paper, or even ordinary paper with homemade squares on it, but charts like sales charts, and graphs like the economy. I have a thoughtful expression behind my rimless glasses and hold a neatly-sharpened pencil. Who knows but that I don’t have a bevy of handknitters in the backroom, tirelessly toiling at the actual knit and purl of my deathless designs?Rubbish.
But unvented—ahh! One un-vents something; one unearths it; one digs it up, one runs it down in whatever recesses of the eternal consciousness it has gone to ground. I very much doubt if anything is really new when one works in the prehistoric medium of wool with needles. The products of science and technology may be new, and some of them are quite horrid, but knitting? In knitting there are ancient possibilities; the earth is enriched with the dust of the millions of knitters who have held wool and needles since the beginning of sheep. Seamless sweaters and one-row buttonholes; knitted hems and phony seams—it is unthinkable that these have, in mankind’s history, remained undiscovered and unknitted.
EZ left us a legacy of many wonderful creative things. I think it is quite possible that no one ever thought of most of them before she did. She’s one of my favorite gurus.
I think I like the top. I think I’ll keep it for myself this time. And wear it with a hoodie.
On the positive side, he was at large in the room with my spinning wheel, and he decided to eat a plastic bag instead. My spinning corner, largely untouched, with the polwarth/silk mostly spun into singles, in the kate awaiting plying. It’s a miracle.
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