I love knit night at Purlescence. I was going through serious knitters deprivation while we were on vacation and then they were too for awhile there.
So here’s the scene: I asked if I could have the shawl back that they had in the window, the Julia pattern from “Wrapped in Comfort,” a little one made out of one skein of Handmaiden Casbah on big needles to stretch the yardage as far as it could go. It’s softer than the blue Bare one I’d been working on, and softness was something the circumstances really needed.
Kay not only gave it back to me, it had been held on the model with a shawl pin made by a local artist, which she put in my hands and asked that I send it with the shawl to the woman whose husband Marc is so very ill.
Wow.
I regretted not having the Casbah to knit the shop another one; they have it on backorder, and it hadn’t come in.
At which point a woman across the room, Mary, who’d been quietly spinning away at her wheel, and who I hadn’t even known had heard any of that, reached into her knitting bag, stood up and walked over to me, and asked how many skeins it had taken to knit that shawl that was now in my hands. One? Good, then! And she held out a skei
It took me a moment to sink in. Wow. I could knit it up and gift it in turn to the dear friends who own that shop. And that’s what Mary was hoping I would do. She was giving me her Casbah and blessing all of us in the face of the loss that this other woman that none of them had ever met was dealing with. We were all in this life thing together.
I was fighting tears. Wow.
Cast on.