I have crocheted another shawl.
Something about the chunky smooshiness of this delicious, natural yarn (chunky Blue Faced Leicester roving by the West Yorkshire Spinners) makes my new shawl as cosy as a cardigan. What’s even lovelier is that the fleeces of the Blue Faced Leicesters that graze on West Yorkshire hillsides seem to make the shawl stripy. The yarn colour shifts from cream, through grey skies to slate and to dark, weathered wood. As I’ve mentioned before, yarns that change colour avert woolly boredom for me and the dread UFO* doom.