And my cleavage.
Last year, I bought two skeins of recycled sari silk yarn at Jeni Originals in Laramie, Wyoming. It’s gorgeous, gorgeous stuff, but it’s also really difficult to work with. It’s thick and thin and thick and thin, and it tears, and it’s fuzzy when you didn’t want it to be, and sometimes it’s so tough it rips your fingers. (This is why NovySan calls it The Yarn of Madness.)
It sat and glowered color at me for months, and I kept trying different patterns, and it would spit and snarl and refuse, and I’d put it back in the drawer and stare at it periodically…
And then, I realized that what this beautiful, antisocial yarn needed was a friend. Something to break up the thick, heavy rows it settles into all too easily, and make it shine. “Black,” I thought. “It needs a plain black silk.”
At first, I intended to knit it double with said black silk, but then I found a pattern for a bias-knit, double garter scarf and realized that this was it.
And it was.
And it was good.





