We are experiencing a summer with actual real live sunshine. It has brought
waterpistol-paddling pool-jugs of Pimms meteorological joy. Back in June, before it began, it
was still too cold to venture out without a coat, mittens and long johns worn under jeans. I was still in
wintry crafting mode and buoyed by my modest cowl success using Kat’s design, I decided that I would like to crochet a shawl. I don’t mean a triangular scarf with delusions of grandeur. I mean a proper full-sized warmth-bringing shawl that Miss Pole might wear if her fire went out unexpectedly. I tweeted my shawl plans. Several people, knowing my beginner crocheter status, suggested, very kindly and gently, that it may have been foolhardy. ‘Try some wristwarmers. ‘Try a dishcloth.’ I’m afraid to say that this made me all the more determined.
This area of Europa, called Conamara Chaos, is surely the inspiration for this yarn. Goodness it’s stunning (both the moon and the yarn). I have a short crafting attention span but the colours change every few stitches in a skein of Manos, turning each of those stitchy scallops into a tiny, beautifully subtle rainbow. The marling keeps my eyes happy and my brain interested.