This fiber I'm working with now is ornery as a toddler overdue for a nap. It is colorful, a pretty variegation of mixed colors, but stiff as a board. Well maybe not quite as stiff as a board, but it definitely could stand up to a fist fight without a bruising.
My hands are getting a bit cramped from putting size 9 circular needles through it, making purl stitches and then slipped stitches, then going back to a row of knitting around on alternating rows.
But it is worth fussing with this 100 percent and slightly tamed wool from Scotland for several reasons of personal intrinsic value, the major one being that it was a souvenir from that glorious summer day last July when we
Joyce James tourers visited the
Woolshed on Orkney. Women crofters from that southern Scottish island raise their own sheep for the fiber, then go through all the laborious processes of refining the wool until they can eventually dye it to their own specifications or individual liking. Only then are the skeins wound and marked, delivered to the Woolshed, and made ready for purchase. In this case we tourists were the ones eager to snatch up wool rugs, jumpers, and those beautifully dyed skeins that were so artfully decorating straw baskets and stuffed into worn wooden shelving in that remote marketplace, a two room working craft producers' cooperative studio.
The one wool skein I brought home from the
Woolshed has patiently waited for the perfect small project to make use of its properties (it contains 100 grams). And so the
Honey Cowl seemed fitting. Honey Cowl, when completed, looks somewhat like a honeycomb with rows of purled stitches and slipped stitches simulating a honeycomb.
See its ridges? Wye, they practically stand up to salute the eye of the beholder. Perhaps it can be folded under a collar or over a turtleneck and secured with a scarf clip to tame its less than cuddly fiber characteristic. Only seven more inches of honey comb stitching to go until it can be bound off. Am going through lots of hand moisturizers on this cowl.
