A younger friend of mine has found herself suddenly facing surgery that is emphatically Not Fun. I took a number of balls of yarn over for her to choose from on Friday, and she chose this one. I am trying hard to get her her shawl done fast, but at least she knows that I’m making it in a color she loves and that I’m thinking of her. She’s a knitter too, and has stroked my ego over and over by telling me how much she’s waiting for my book to come out, but by golly I’m going to beat her to it with a shawl from it myself rather than waiting for her to be able to when it comes out next month. It’s what I can do.
There’s a photo in the book of a number of balls of yarn together, all in different colors, with a light blue one dead center, a color I’d found very much on sale and the rest being ones I’d created from that light blue. What the picture doesn’t show is the scale of the things: the balls are all from 450-g cones of baby alpaca. The needles in the picture here are 32″ long.
In other words, I know I have enough yarn, absolutely. I have enough time, too, before the surgery date–as long as I make the time. Like I made the color. Just throw it in the dyepot of my life and make it happen.
…Running off to the needles now…