Pink and purple perfect...
So, a funny thing happened on the way to the bind-off. It’s a perfect depiction of everything I love about knitting.
I was finishing this project on the road. I was staying with a colleague attending the conference I talked about in my last post. It was a lovely little house, and I was sleeping in the granddaughter’s room—a delightful girl named Savannah.
Like most girls her age, Savannah is big into horses. She even has one and rides it regularly. Also like most girls her age, Savannah’s room is a festival of pink. With a little purple thrown in for good measure. You can see where this is going. Funny that I couldn’t.
|The happy recipient!|
That’s the thing I love most about knitting—there is always, always the right person for whatever you’re making.