A couple of weeks ago I needed a new carry-around project and went digging through my stash for inspiration. A skein of bright yellow cashmere leaped out of the drawer and absolutely demanded to be next.

I was bemused and quite curious: the only reason I’d even bought a color like that was the strong feeling that someone someday was going to need that very one knit up just for them. Okay, so, when?

Okay, so, now, it seemed. I didn’t know if it would go into the finished pile ready to be sent on its way at any moment for the next couple of years, or what.

I finally made myself put the afghan down for a bit to put more serious effort into finishing this because one of the things that happened this past week is that I found out exactly who it’s been meant for all this time. I just had to meet her first. And now I have.