Well, I finished the hats. Yes, hats. There were three of them. Two in Noro and one in, uh, hmm. I sort of…forget.
See, here’s the thing. I did them rather quickly because they were Asked About. Whumped out all three of them over the weekend, and then I threw them into a priority mail box and tossed that at a passing postman, without pausing to say, “Perhaps I should take a picture of these!”
I was in a hurry, you see. Also, I was on Vicodin and thus perhaps not thinking clearly.
So you’ll just have to envision two hats in Noro here, and one in a very soft, very warm wool that is gently variegated blue and gray.
And then I moved on (or, more precisely, went back to) this, which is the Wool Peddler’s shawl from Cheryl Oberle’s Folk Shawls book:
This deceitful little number is one of the ones which starts with an innocent “Cast on 7 stitches” and then proceeds to grow and grow and grow as you go along. The row that took less than a minute at the start is now taking ten minutes and still it is growing.
This red wool has been sitting in my stash for about four years now, waiting for me to come up with something to do with it. It is a wool for grownup people who understand how to treat wool – hardy, yet fragile.
With proper treatment, this shawl could last for many generations. My great-great grandchildren will be arguing about who gets saddled with to keep great-great-gran’s mangy old shawl.
But if it is tossed into a washer even once, it will become a very nice felted tea cozy.
So I’ve decided that this one will be for me. This winter, I will prove just how dorky I am by wrapping it around myself when I dash out to pick up the Denizens from school. They will be mortified when they see me coming – which they will, because this red can be seen from about eleventy-million miles away.
This red right here is what they’re talking about in Proverbs when they say, When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
Yeah. There is no way anybody wearing this red is going to be able to get lost. No matter how hard they try. It could be spotted by satellite. Which I think would make an excellent selling slogan: “AS SEEN FROM SPACE!”
Georg Christoph Lichtenberg
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