Yarns: A Fall Shawl

   

     I've missed working on a shawl, specifically on size #6 needles and with Malabrigo yarn.  These are my favorite go-to knitting ingredients and I'm a shawl fanatic with one wrapped around my neck at all times.  I have a personal goal of actually having all the different colors of shawls I need to complete an outfit; which might just be jeans or stretch pants but the shawl gives it a classy edge and keeps my neck warm.

Previous Shawls:

Ripples of Peace Shawl in Teal Feather Silky Merino yarn

 Just Knit It in Stripes in mixed Hawthorne yarns

Garter Stitch Shawl in Stroll Tonal Sock Yarn

Spring Ardent in Malabrigo Sock yarn Indiecita

The Age of Brass and Steam Kerchief in 

Teal Feather Malabrigo Silky Merino

      I picked out a Fall toned Malabrigo yarn last year, but I couldn't swing it then.  I'd stare at the color photo of yarn and promised myself, one day.  So I finally got my yarn Malabrigo Mechita Yarn - Cielo y Tierra in September and then I needed the perfect pattern.  I had considered Citadel by Janina Kallio which I love:

Citadel by Janina Kallio 

© Janina Kallio

 But when I saw the new pattern Autumn Ridge Shawlette by Lilybet Designs it was love at first sight.  

© Lilybet Designs

  Autumn Ridge Shawlette

© Lilybet Designs

     Also, my chosen patterns need to not only look right, but they need that quality of easy, simple, rhythmic knitting.  I think my most successful knitting has been where I can rest in the process and read a book at the same time.  It's therapeutic, a meditative quality to just knitting, almost mindlessly.  I think this pattern will fit the bill and add enough different patterns to add interest also.

     I've returned to reading "The Girl You Left Behind" by Jojo Moyes, my fourth book by her.  She's a great writer and I love her choice of words and descriptions.  Now we're in Northern France at the beginning of WWI, the Germans invaded 18 months before, they barely eat.  Sophie is dreaming...

"I was still dreaming of food. Fresh baquettes, the flesh of the bread a virginal white, still steaming from the oven, and ripe cheese, its borders creeping towards the edge of the plate. Grapes and plums stacked high in bowls, dusky and fragrant, their scent filling the air. I was about to reach out and take one, when my sister stopped me. "Get off" I murmered. "I'm hungry". "Sophie. Wake up." I could taste that cheese. I was about to have a mouthful of Reblochon, smear it on a hunk of that warm bread, then pop a grape into my mouth. I could already taste the intense sweetness, smell the rich aroma. But there it was, my sister's hand on my wrist, stopping me. The plates disappearing, the scents fading. I reached out to them but they began to pop like soap bubbles." p. 3  

     I haven't got far.  I know the book revolves around a painting of Sophie by her husband (who is at The Front) and the second half of the book moves forward in time, almost a century to someone who receives the painting as a wedding gift.  Loving the book.

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