First the dye-pot clothes from last week, and now this. It feels like everything I’m working on right now is this color. Misty, grayish, lilac. The color of an illustration of hydrangeas in an antique book about flowers. There’s still yarn in the stash that’s this color, too, so must be I buy it all the time because I love it a lot. I did get hit between the eyes with inspiration here, and while that, too, is mostly gray, I don’t think there’s lilac in it. But it’s still early, and the knitting on it has just begun, and that is a story for another day.
While the knitting moves forward at speed, as is the usual in these parts, although with not much to show in the way of progress, since all knitting is of the plain and of the stockinette and of the one-color variety at the moment, I have been yearning for something to hook. My hook is just itching to hook. Must be hooking something! A basket of mismatched odds and ends will only satisfy for so long, and then a person starts wanting to Accomplish Something. Then Vanessa made this and when I saw it my heart leapt.
I scrounged some fingering-weight yarns from the cupboard. Three skeins of Araucania Ranco (that stuff is not soft at all, and I hope a bath will do it some good) and a bunch of other leftovers and doodads; some Rowan 4-ply, some Cascade Heritage. KnitPicks Palette. It will be a Nordic Shawl very soon, as in I can hardly wait to be done telling you about it so I can go get at it. All you have to say is the word “Nordic” and I am already getting dewy-eyed with anticipation.
Dean asked me what I was going to do today. I just pointed at this.