I have been rather quiet on the knitting front, mainly because painting has been taking precedence, partly because gardening has called and somewhat because what I'd been knitting just wasn't... wasn't. Wasn't happening.
I knew I was pushing it with the amount of wool I had, I knew it was way less than the pattern insisted on but I thought that it would make a lovely and natty little shawlette. With that happy little thought in my head, I knitted away, the feather and fan pattern falling off the needles in a jolly wavy motion. My plan had been this shawlette would lounge beautifully on my shoulders during cooler summer holiday evenings, it would twirl it's feathery magic around my neck - oh the shawlette and I would be firm friends and have such fun together.
Then... the ball of wool ended. Just like that. Bam. Gone. Done. And the shawlette looked shamefacedly at me, it was barely a 'kerchief never mind a shawlette. It took me all of 30 seconds of indecision, then I reached for the end and pulled it back. The horror on the faces of the other ladies at our knit and natter was worth the weeks of knitting. Hey ho.
So, no knitting or crochet for about a week. In a strange sort of way it felt rather liberating. Gardening and painting kept my hands and my mind busy. Then .... I felt that knitting itch, that itch that quietly grows until it is beyond shushing or ignoring and the only cure is to dive into the stash, head first and open handed! So that is what I did.
The pattern choice was an easy one. The same day I'd demolished the shawlette, I'd been given two lovely books filled with shawls, scarves, haps and cowls. I was spoilt for choice. I'd looked at each one, weighing up the design and gauging my 'need'. Two shawls stepped up to the mark and this one called to me a little louder.
Tuesday evening was a delicious warm and sunny one, a delightful contrast to the chilly start of the day. It seemed perfect to take my new best friend out to snap a photo or two. My new best friend who will grace my shoulders during the cooler summer holiday evenings, who will twirl it's magic around my neck - oh the shawl and I will be firm friends and have such fun together.
And yes, I have PLENTY of wool this time .... I checked.