I do not wear shawls ever. Well, hardly ever. And I cannot imagine myself wearing this one. It is, however, beautiful. And warm. The pattern is a simple enough repeat that I knit it almost exclusively in dark places: the auditorium at the Memorial Art Gallery during lectures, sung compline at Christ Church by candlelight, a Rochester Philharmonic concert in Eastman’s grand theatre, and more than several recitals in which Kate has participated between last November and this past week when, finally, it came to an end and was finished and ready to block.
The pattern creates a fabric that wants to bias with a vengeance, and so requires vigorous, aggressive blocking both to open it, and to square it. Somewhere this past Tuesday, between a multitude of obligations, I found a window of time to hurriedly yank its damp self into a semblance of a rectangle and pinned it to a mattress to dry. Done! Click on the photo for the particulars. It will take you to the Ravelry page where I record such things.