Shawl-abration time

Seven thousand seven hundred forty tiny pink loops today, two rounds of icing my hands so I could keep going, and it’s time to call it a night. But not before I take a moment to compare the growing shawl to the scarf whose color the doctor complimented (but which I didn’t have enough of in my stash) when I asked him what his wife might like.

Thank you, Sandi at Purlescence, for helping me find a good match after all when I was afraid it couldn’t be done.