It arrived Monday or was that Tuesday, encased in a gianormous Ziploc bag and lily-gilded with an assortment of soothing teas. With colors ranging from salmon to red to purple, it was royalty to unfold. Putting in on and feeling its warmth, I caught the subtle but sublime scent of childhood, of Kool-Aid drink mix, something which was verboten in my home, adding the slightest bit of sin to an otherwise chaste garment.
Months ago I had sent the white homespun Merino to Beth, deciding to cull my stash and concentrate my limited knitting and spinning time on the wool we shear from our own sheep and goats (and alpaca and llama). This fleece I had purchased on Ebay. As I didn’t know the name of the ram or ewe who grew it, even though I enjoyed spinning the soft wool, I decided my four-young-kids-in-tow, harried cyber-friend Beth deserved it more than I.
Little did I know the machinations of her generous brain. First she hand-dyed it (with the Kool-Aid) then spent untold late night hours knitting it. The gift was a complete surprise, a triangular shawl perfect for chilly mornings and cold evenings. I’d take a photo of the entire masterpiece but that would mean taking it off and I’m just not ready to do that.
Thank you, Beth; our friendship has been a welcome serendipitous bonus of this blog. Plus you give really good presents.