There’s one occasion when knitting a scarf is superior to knitting a cowl: when you get the thing long enough that you can wear it while still adding to it.
Today is the first day when I can feel autumn in the air conditioning, so I’m bundling up while I add the last eight stripes to this 24-stripe colorfest, Amy Miller’s Spring Fever.
I want to thank everybody for all the advice regarding the Golden Sunshine ball of yarn and whether to include it in the mix. After trying it out, I concluded that it was going to be one of those party guests who drags out the karaoke app and ends up singing “I Will Survive” when nobody else wants her to.
The golden color you see here is actually the chartreusey grellow that’s on the edging.
I’m a little confounded by what to call this swath of Plucky Knitter Bello Worsted goodness. It’s not a scarf; it’s going to be seven feet long. It’s not wide enough to constitute a blanket—it’s only 26 inches wide. But it has the feel of both, so I’m going with scanket.
I’m also going to call this one of the most weirdly satisfying things I’ve made in a long time. It may be because it is so unapologetically simple. It may be because this yarn is truly dreamy. It may be that I’m craving order in the universe, and this rectangle is providing it, big time.
I guess this is going to be my Rhinebeck wardrobe, my Rhinebeck Rectangle. I’m counting the days!