First came the leather jacket. So supple, so soft, so comfortable: I loved it. But all by itself it was too . . . commando. It needed femininizing.
A scarf would work, I thought. Something in a brighter hue, but not plain. Variegated, slightly, like the—aha!—hand-painted merino/tencel the Rumple had led me to.
Not plain, but not bordered. Here was needed a stitch with some texture, a stitch that wouldn't roll at the edges or curl at the hem. Ribbing? Didn't feel right.
Broken ribbing, then? Still too humpy-bumpy.
"Seaweed." Seaweed was the thing. Zoom in: see how the broken ribbed blocks meander. Nice. Suitable for the subtle variegation.
In its knitted incarnation, the first yard or so draped nicely. But it was somehow still too . . . hmmm, understated? Not femme enough? It still looked like something a guy would wear. (I love ya, fellas. I just don't want to look like you, ya know?)
Denouement coming. Stay tuned. (After all, this thing didn't get knitted in one sitting.)
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