So. I was doodling with this pink silk/cashmere stuff. How to take a six-row pattern and make it into 34 rows long before good sense yells Stop! Nobody’s going to want to keep track of–no, just no. Keep it simple, okay?
Although, it IS really pretty and I like how it worked out. *I* want to knit it again. So maybe. Hmm.
Meantime, Michelle was talking to her friend Natalie, she of the recent hospital bout.
I was having an online conversation with Chan:
The pink is blocking. It’s silky and it’s pretty. Michelle is on the phone with Natalie right now.
(Does she like pink?)
Michelle beats around the bush for me.
“Medium colors.”
(But does she like…pink? –pointing at the thing on the floor drying.
Ah. Michelle tries again.
A big grin erupts as she stands there holding the phone, then a triumphant, “Hypothetically she likes pink!” And then a moment later, “She likes pink scarves!”
Gee, I wonder what happens next?