When I started this scarf, I mentioned that pink is not a color in my wardrobe, that knitting these pastels was out of my comfort zone.
Well, I take it all back. I’m here today to tell you that in a week where everything was upside down, out of order, wrong, these colors have been a balm. The only comfort zone I’ve found, watching the news—the crushing, infuriating, horrifying news—was in knitting these simple rows, these pale colors.
When I think pink, I see my sister at my wedding, the one of three bridesmaids who gleefully wore the pink dress. She was a ruffled cupcake.
I feel the pink fingers of my baby boy, spread across the palm of my hand.
I inspect the inside of a translucent shell, handed to me by small Clif during the beach trip when he announced he was going to collect all the shells.
I hear the delighted screeches of the two girls who ride by my cottage on their pink bikes, wearing pink helmets.
And, of course, I think of Miss Prescott in Funny Face, the fashion magazine editor who knows it all. “Here it is! Here is our theme! Here is our answer: pink!”
This pattern, Peak Color, caught my eye because it called for knots in each end of the scarf. I’d never seen such a thing, and I was intrigued by the idea.
Now that I have finished it, with the week we’ve had, it feels right to tie knots in this beautiful yarn.
I’d be grateful to hear where everyone is finding solace these days.