Reader Gale Zucker writes in our comments: “Have you pushed through the Honey Cowl time warp and can just, like, make them appear? That particular color just kills me.”
Gale, I’m glad you asked. Yes, I close my eyes, visualize a Honey Cowl, lay my hands on 400 yards of hand-dyed merino, and when I open my eyes I am standing over the kitchen sink inhaling Soak fumes.
Seriously, here is the current Honey Cowl. Knitting it old-school, like the mortals do. No wiggling of my nose or anything. Darren doesn’t like that.
Yarn: Neighborhood Fiber Co. Studio Worsted. Can’t find the label for the shade. I believe it’s named after a street or square in Baltimore. (This may not narrow it down, the company is in Baltimore.) Greys, bluish cast. Love it. (Edited to add: I am informed that the shade is called Thomas Circle.)
The new Rowan is here! The new Rowan is here!
Rowan 53 revisits the oversized florals of our youth. I still recall how cushion-like I felt in oversized florals, so I’ll probably abstain. But it takes all kinds to make a world. These blasts of color will look supercute on people who look supercute in that sort of thing, and you know who you are. WERQ.
What I personally am drawn to in moth-flame fashion is the issue’s modernist graphic collection, Ikon. Lookie:
Just love it, every piece.
To whet the knitterly appetite for modernist graphics, there is also a wonderful illustrated article on fashion and textile designer Sonia Delaunay, written by Kate Davies. I’m guessing Sonia D was the icon for whom the Ikon collection was named. Sonia had it going on. I’ve seen a lot of her work in person (at the Cooper-Hewitt a couple of years ago), and I’m not sure I could have borne it if I were a knitwear designer myself. She was too damn good. You could knit forever from her designs.
You should all run out and buy Rowan magazine issue 53, or better yet, subscribe. Another glorious triumph from Yorkshire. To anybody who whines about it, I will say what I always say: remember, we didn’t always have Rowan. Do you want to go back to that desolate lunar landscape? Well, OK then, hush up.