I am not all talk (though a little doubt could be forgiven, really). The strange nature of knit blogging is that if a finished object is not photographed and blogged, somehow it doesn't fully exist. Even if one is wearing it. Frequently. Similar to the sound of one hand clapping or Shroedinger's cat, the witness gives form and structure to the reality.
I'm doling them out though, as a) I have 8 days worth of stuff to happen in the next three - would anyone like to come and do the laundry? and b) it would rather dilute the impact of the reality.
Sunset Adagio - looking rather Gothic here. This is winter's natural light - it looked perfectly gorgeous in the wind. The edge ruffled and rippled as it moved and I am just simple enough that I could have stood there with cold feet forever and watched.
Hard to believe that this is the actual color:
Nice, huh? Adagio shawl pattern from Candace Eisner Strick, silk fingering weight from Ball and Skein, 4 mm Holtz & Stein Needles. Begun in June, stalled since September when I ran out of yarn (despite the fact that Judy found another half skein for me in October. I am slow).
About three repeats short of specified size, as the yarn shortage was becoming apparent, but my silk gauge is so loose, I think it worked out well. Just the right sort of pick me up for the dull colors of December.