I Am This Woman

What, you mean you don’t “texturize” your yarn pre-start or midway?

I went to a friend’s house last night, taking my brand spanky new bag of bottle green yarn - three buns of Rowan KidSilk to make the Alterknits Multilayered Shawl ( a tube of knitting through which you pull a fine piece of silk chiffon!). It would be what I bought with the company gift card “bonus.” I stuffed the current project in there too - a bamboo and soy yarn basket weave scarf – thinking that I might be one of the guests in the corner doing some knitting while the party revolved around me.

Fast forward to time to leave the party where I had been a kitchen helper rather than a corner-sitting guest. Where is the bag? Oh dear, I must have left it at home, silly me. Or maybe, just one more look around the house for it? No. Hmm, must be at home 40 miles away. But I got home and nada. Zip. Nichts.

Here I will let my hostess’s email this morning explain:

It had fallen out of your car. I spotted some of it this morning when I went out to get the paper…. There was a green thing on the lawn by the cactus. And a knitting needle. There in my bathrobe I scanned the frosty horizon and found one more at the curb next door. I took those two in and [my daughter] got dressed and went to look for more …. She found one more under the red oak across the street, and alas, the starter project had lodged in [the neighbor's] driveway and is covered with the [wet] sand that has been chronic at his curb since they started road work in the next block. He works late on Saturday and I think he drove over it after midnight.

The sun is up now, so I’ll go look in his yard— [my daughter] said she thought she saw a bag plastered against the barbed wire fence at the edge of the woods. The circular needles might be in the bag still. It was so windy I’m amazed that this is all still in the area, because the creek acts like a sink for a lot of unattached items. Rest assured, those light little silk and mohair balls danced across the top of the lawn and street and seem to be unharmed. The starter piece wasn’t so lucky, but the sand that has been washing down the street is just that—sand—so it might rinse out. I can put these things in the mail tomorrow.

(click to enlarge photo)

So, when my Christmas project gets back to me, it will have a story to tell. As a shawl too, I think somehow I must knit the story into it in some way. Not every piece of knitting gets such a rich history before it hits the needles!

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