I’ve had a week of finishing things off and it’s been lovely. This is a sweet little shawl (we don’t call them shawlettes, do we Knitabulous?) called 198yds. of Heaven and I made it in a little over 200yds of pure silk.
Two years ago I bought two pricey skeins of Colinette Tao silk in Ginger Cinnabar for myself as a birthday gift and for two years I’ve looked at it on a dish on my coffee table and wondered when I’d get around to using it.
Well, here it is. I finally used it. It’s as soft and squishy and luxurious as pure silk sounds and looks!
Although this shawl was easy, so very easy, there were some hurdles. I had 252yds of silk and it was expensive so I didn’t want to waste any. I could have made the shawl as written and used just a little over 1skein but that was no good. So in trying to work out the number of repeats I should do (2.5 in the end) and how much I needed for the border, I had to rip this out several times.
A shawl that should have taken me a week at most took me nearly three weeks and was complicated by an early battle with tangled silk – I knew the stories about centre pull balls and silk and how never the twain shall meet but do you think I listened? No. I will from now on. Never again will I pull silk from the middle! Learn from my mistake!
Thankfully, my friend Elly took on the challenge of untangling the bit I had to cut off. Much appreciated Elly!
The benefit of knitting it a couple of times over was that the second time around, I knew I disliked the garter stitch border. It just looked heavy and jarred with the rest of the pattern. So I did a stocking stitch border instead and I’m much happier with it.
For a small shawl, it’s actually turned out a pretty good size. The extra repeat and a half takes it from kerchief size to a small-mid sized shawl. I can imagine, done as written, I’d have been more inclined to wrap it around my head.
As it is, I think it’s highly wearable. And the orange, which was a radical experiment for me, is lovely. Very autumnal.
A note on these photos. This morning we drove out to a small town 40mins out of Canberra called Bungendore. It’s a small village with lots of farms around (we went to buy chicken feed). We’ve gone there a lot lately and felt very at home in some lovely cafes. We scouted around for ideal photo locations and chose the local police station and a large tree over the road.
When I was a teenager, our family used to go for Sunday drives to Bungendore and I recall finding the whole thing incredibly dull. Now, we go there regularly to get out of town and do something different. My teenage self would be horrified to know that actually I want to move there. How things change!