I don’t know about you, but I’m in recovery mode after the annual hullabaloo of Thanksgiving. A highlight: my extra-roomy toaster oven, the beating heart of my batterie de cuisine, which always has my back in that crucial hour of chaos, when all the side dishes have to get hot at the same time—it up and died right in the middle of baking my corn casserole. The said corn casserole poufed all too briefly before it deflated into a tepid brick topped with saltine crumbs.
To soothe the jangled nerves of the season, there is one sure-fire remedy: a mile or two, more or less, of stockinette stitch in a luxurious fiber. In my case, today, that luxurious fiber is baby yak. Baby yak, alternating with cashmere color blocks.
Both the yak and the cashmere are from the Tibetan plateau, where the fibers are shed naturally by the animals, and combed by hand from their coats. The zen washes over you as you knit. Your blood pressure lowers, serenity descends upon your soul, and you love everybody, especially the hardy, hoofed creatures that bear soft fibers.
I’m making the Walk the Bridges Wrap by Kirsten Kapur. It’s from her new collection, Vibrant Connections. We saw this beautiful collection together, when you were in New York in September, and we ordered up kits for the MDK Holiday Shop right then and there.
Kirsten is a master of understated elegance, and she knows what’s fun to knit.
When I saw the photography sample of Walk the Bridges, I was ready to pounce on a kit in the original colorway, when I saw that Paola Vanzo, co-proprietor of mYak Tibetan Fibers, also had made up Walk the Bridges kits in warm burgundy and gray baby yak, and two hand-dyed pink cashmeres: one a soft rose, the other a soft salmon. Although I can usually be relied upon to choose chartreuse whenever it’s on offer, the warm, rich and rosy colorway spoke to me. I had to have it.
I think Kate Atherley would approve this slipped-stitch edge. Satisfyingly tidy!
So here I am, poised to knit the large pink center section of stockinette (I’m calling it yakinette). It’s flying off my needles, despite frequent pauses to pet and sigh.
This project is taking the edge off of my seasonal stressin’. Tickets to Omaha that I haven’t booked yet? Life in a post-toaster oven world? It’ll all work out fine.