Early this morning, I was standing on the patio in my slippers and housecoat, checking the garden for bears and cougars and mopping up the rainy table in preparation for blog photos. Indoors however, drama was unfolding - my four year old son was flying into the bedroom to find his father, hollering "Emergency, emergency!" It turned out that a toy zebra had become slightly entangled with a ball of yarn, and he was loathe to attempt the extraction on his own. I find it heartwarming that he appears to have absorbed a fundamental respect for fibre, including the fact that it must never be subjected to the rude process of yanking. He does love to collect swatches and scraps - I hope the pressure of societal stereotypes won't ultimately discourage him from learning to knit.
Yellow became a daffodil, taking up most of yesterday with the fiddly finishing tasks:
It is entirely constructed of various forms of silk. Dyeing has opened up a whole new world of creative control - no longer do I have to scour the Internet for possible matches, and Almost Good Enough colourways. I love it!
Speaking of dyeing - I do appreciate all the comments on the green scarf, including the ones that prefered the previous iteration! I'm quite happy with the vertically oriented version, particularly the way it looks draped around a live body. However, 60 inches still left me with a little less than half of the skein, so you never know what version 2.0 might look like.....
I'm about to start knitting on my first attempt at a Soggy Leaves colourway - more on that later this week.