I met Dorothy heading in the other direction today, from the ferry to Mount Vernon. (I’m the ferry ferry! Give me a pair of pointy boots and sparkly wings and I’d be the ferry ferry fairy.)
She’s working on a cowl, too. Suddenly everyone has Cowl Fever! I caught it from a friend’s Crofter’s Cowl. I remember her fingering the shop sample at Village Yarn and Tea (the same visit where I bought my ill-fated skein of Berroco Lustra) with a faraway look in her eyes.
Next thing I knew, she was brandishing the finished version and explaining that “grafting the entire thing together lengthwise isn’t too bad, really.” This from a woman who always knits toe-up socks because she cannot stand to graft like eight stitches together. Such is the power of Cowl Fever.
My cowl – um, hang on…
The thing about it is…
WILL YOU JUST —
CAN I —
Oh I don’t even remember what I was going to say.