Purlescence got a shipment of Camelspin silk/camel in, and for three weeks running I kept going over to that Berry colorway, fondling its shimmery softness and then reluctantly putting it back. Knitting is such a tactile as well as visual obsession. Each week I would come in for knitting night and be relieved that it hadn’t been snatched up yet. Finally I gave in, and last night I cast on. It rated a new pattern designed just for it. I find there’s something about it–I don’t know yet what its story is going to be–but there’s this great sense of anticipation like it’s going to go to exactly the right person, I just don’t know who that is yet (I have my guesses, but I’m waiting); it feels a wonderfully happy thing to be finally knitting it, like it had been waiting for that part of the process all along.
(This one feels like a family photo where you’re trying to get all the kids to lean in together for the shot rather than away from each other; c’mon you, don’t hide behind that one. And no bunny ears. Okay, okay, hold it…Cheese!)
