Dropped the camera the other day, which is why UCSF had to settle for the cell phone. It seems to be staying dropped.
Anyway. I ordered some merino/silk/cashmere laceweight yarn recently, two skeins of Plymouth’s new Dye For Me line, looking forward to seeing how the different fibers would create a heathery effect in taking up colors–silk being slowest so it always comes out lightest. I was curious to see if they were so thoroughly carded together you wouldn’t be able to tell, or…?
And yet, when they came, I wanted to ball at least one up immediately. It was so soft.
No. Then it’ll be a given it will stay white. I bought this specifically for dyeing.
It nagged me. It begged. It pleaded. Repeatedly. But it stayed in that hank with its label firmly gripping its racetracked little shape.
Till today, when I realized that the reason I couldn’t find any more Fino was that I’d already knitted it all, and that newbie was doing a singsongy little “Neener neener NEENER, I *toldja* so!”
A little more swatching and that flower lace pattern should be ready for knitting up into the shawl I’m thinking of. In white. In softness. In my hands, and then someone else’s. Because, after all, you never know who you might run into. (If it’s meant to be, it will happen. Knit like crazy, and then, like I told the guy in that line, I’m in no hurry. I can wait.)