A few weeks ago, I treated myself to quite possibly the most luxurious gift I've ever given myself: a skein of handdyed silk from one of the most beautiful yarn purveyors out there. Just for being me. (Well, and Market Research. That's what I keep telling myself now.)
I had been lusting after it for months, putting it first on my wishlist, then tempting myself on a daily basis by placing it in my shopping cart, taking it out, putting it back in....you know the game. (Don't tell me you don't know the game.) It was all I could think about. Its drape, its silky sheen, the perfect pattern to show off its opulent beauty. It was as though all the yarn I had in my possession (ahem, $30K), just couldn't fill the void. (I am only now realizing how juvenille that must sound.) I decided that I couldn't possibly take it any longer. I needed it. I deserved it. I checked my PayPal balance, held my breath and confirmed my order.
It was--is--even more exquisite in the flesh. (Naturally.)
So it is extra fitting, then, that this heavenly yarn single-handedly kept me from sleeping on Monday night. (Actually, it was my next door neighbor, a vintner who decided that 1:30 a.m. was the best possible time of day to spray his 30-acre vineyard.) There I was, wide awake, and all I could do was think about this yarn, fortuitously tossed into my knitting bag five minutes before I left work that afternoon.
Two hours of witching-hour knitting later:
A Burberry-inspired cowl. This sassy little pattern is found here.