I bought some yarn on my most recent trip to Vancouver. It’s outside of what I would normally have picked up but new-Katherine (as I’m calling her now) has decided to just jump in to the deep end with lots of colour and not worry about looking mature or relaxed or coordinated. While I appreciate the sense of adventure she’s decided to insert into my 30s, it’s a little stressful. New-Katherine thinks old-Katherine was kind of boring and should really be focused on finding her own distinct sense of style, and she cares not for the complaining about needing a nap because it’s all too mentally taxing.
Typically that pile of colour would send me running straight for a basic stockinette stitch pullover. “Not so,” said new Katherine, “we must pick something lacy and button up that you’ll put over all those bright dresses you have but never wear”.
I’m halfway up sleeve right now. It’s bright, but not overwhelming, and the pinecone stitch pattern is easy enough to memorize but fun enough to keep me from getting too bored. Hopefully I can get some nice sun and a picture of the progress later today.