The story behind this is that way back in the olden days, or at least the pretend olden days, when I was working at Sturbridge Village, I made a shawl. It took a very long time, it was a pretty shade of blue/grey, and a loved, loved, loved wearing it around the village. And occasionally around the house. But it was part of my uniform, made with village yarn on village time, so I had to return it with the rest of my costume. And I mourned it, almost as much as I mourned the straw bonnet with silk forsythias that I wore in the summer.
Time has passed. We moved to Vermont and New York, but I never had any spare money to spend on something this frivolous. Then in Georgia, with the 90 degree heat, there wasn't much call for wool shawls. After that, I had to get going on baby blankets. But finally, I've done the shawl. Even though a sweater for Claire and four Christmas stockings were supposed to be next in the queue.
I cheated a little though. The original edging was a complicated lace pattern, so complicated that you only could see it if you were wearing it, anyone a foot away couldn't tell what it was. This was much easier, and faster.
I'm so happy that I've been wearing it the last few nights with all the loose ends poking out, because I didn't want to take the time to weave them in. I'm cold, and I wanted my wooly shawl. Yay!
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Nice! I'm still a sweat shop putting out squares. I did my first stripped square last night in pink and orange and it is so cute, I want to make a scarf just like it.
Beautiful, Amy! Hope it keeps you nice and warm!
hey sturbridge! i am very familiar with this place. i lived in worcester for 2.5 years and both my bosses were from there. they actually just moved their ad agency right in town. very quaint, and pilgrim-y. fun. i miss vermont, though. christy just told me the story of her visit there to see you and dan. cute.
-dave, again
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