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Meanwhile . . .
I did a swerve back to my Garter Stripe Shawl Throw Blanket Shathranket in the past few days. The weather is turning sultry in Nashville—we’re hitting 90 degrees/32 Celsius multiple times this week—so I’m looking for easy knitting. Mustn’t get overheated. Gotta keep it cool.
I decamped to the back yard with my YarnTrayTM (cool beverage not shown).
I reoriented myself to the world of Kaffe Fassett, a land where there are five shades of pink, one of which is named Barbara. WHO IS BARBARA AND HOW DID SHE GET THIS YARN NAMED FOR HER?
I took inspiration from the pix in Field Guide No. 13: Master Class, which show me what my shathranket is going to look like five years from now.
And I dove in. This section includes what I call the Eye Resters, the blahs that make the juicies all the juicier.
This is Stone, with Lotus Leaf behind it, then Clay.
Knitting these colors, I feel like I’m celebrating something.