My mom used to say, when something was great, “Now we’re cooking with gas.”
I’ve never worked with cashmere yarn before. The first stretch of this scarf has some irregularities in gauge, and I think it’s because I have a Fear Of Cashmere.
Yarn is yarn, right? It has taken me a while to knit cashmere like any other yarn: with a respectful firmness. I need to boss this yarn around, but it’s such tender stuff, so very cushiony and unlike anything I’ve knit with before. It is definitely a treat, and I feel indulgent to be making this candy-colored scarf. Fear Of Cashmere is one of the easier phobias to overcome, I find.
These colors. Pastels are nowhere to be found in my wardrobe, but maybe I need to think about them.
And these colors do seem to show up around here, these days.
Of course, I keep thinking about that lone blue stitch. Way to dissent! Stand firm, blue stitch! You be blue!
Breaking News: Fweeoo Bird Identified
Thank you, everybody, for the bird ideas. A giant high five to Mo Barger for figuring out that the bird waking me up at 4:49 am every day is a ROBIN, a bird that All About Birds calls “the quintessential early bird.” No kidding—get a load of this “Dawn Song.”