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Light Through the Trees

I set aside my cardigan at the end of the week to pick up the Through the Trees cowl again. The weather is more consistently cold, and I thought it might be nice if TheEnabler was able to wear his cowl this winter. The lace was starting to feel a bit never-ending. Then last night I suddenly realized I’d gone further than I should, and was at risk of not having enough yarn for the corrugated rib. So I ripped back a few rows until I was confident I had enough yarn. The pattern calls for three repeats of a 38row repeat, but I know I stopped in the middle somewhere. Frankly, it just changes where in the spiral you are, and won’t effect the appearance.

Today I finished the ribbing and took advantage of a little more sunshine plus increased light from the reflection off the snow (yay! snow!) outside to pick up the stitches on the wrong side and knit it together with the ribbed edge to fold it over into a double layer. The row you’re picking them up from is a bit buried between the lace YOs and the ribbing, so good lighting was definitely a plus for this.

Through the Trees cowl being knit in a dark multi-colored teal based Hedgehog Fibres fingering (Unicorn Party) and Orkney Angora DK Magnus in a lavender blue.

The inner layer is straight stockinette until it’s covered the length, and then it’s knit to the inside again, and grafted to the provisional cast on edge. So he’ll have a lovely snuggly soft angora/wool layer on the inside and the complex colors of the Hedgehog fibres yarn on the outside.

I’ve found that the neutral faux-wood flooring of our apartment, with it’s mix of cool and warm neutrals, often works great as a background in photographing items in some of the trickier blue/purple/green shades. And I also headed to the main room with it’s southern exposure (and thus some actual sunlight in winter) to get the best shot at accurate pictures. Unfortunately, this put me right in the path of the balcony door, and I got some visitors:

Sylvia and Pippin examining the Through the Trees cowl where I’ve laid it for photographing.

Of course they chose the brief time in which I was trying to get my photos to choose to come back in. Cats have a great sense of timing that way. And while it might not look it, Sylvia is actually giving Pippin a playful pat, not an angry whack, in the last image.