And it’s a pretty color, and yes, that Casbah is so soft, buuuut, really, it’s getting in the way of that Rooster Rock I want to dive into.
I remember reading a Jack London story I pulled out of the Cabin John Jr High library in 7th grade that really made no sense to me: two characters, one trying to re-create for his friend his memory of the most perfect drink ever.
London was an alcoholic, which I didn’t know then nor would I have known much about anyway, so it made no sense to me that the climax of the story was when they realized that the magic missing ingredient, the thing that had made the original drink what it had been, the thing so unknown but so sought after, was the addition of some–
–water.
To which my reaction was such a befuddled “Huh?” that I’ve never forgotten it.
So.
Here we have this lace addict. Trying to re-create, more or less, the shawl she made for her friend Robin back home in Bethesda.
Here we have the lump I was left with when I was pretty much out of yarn, just 12 g left. And I couldn’t help but think, eh.
And then (after I took it off the uncovered futon, don’t worry) …I added water.
I can’t show you the recipe yet, but I tell you, the moment I stepped back and finally looked at that finished merino and cashmere lacework spread out felt absolutely magical.