There’s a strange new music in the street
I started this scarf during the opening plenary session of the Eighth International Whitehead Conference in Tokyo.
I used it as a prop when I gave my presentation on prayer shawls. Several of the Chinese women in attendance found it irresistible.
By the end of the conference, six days later, the scarf was a lot longer.
Fast forward to this spring. I finally made up my mind to close that wonderful chapter of my life, complete the last few grams of yarn, and make the lace pattern come alive through the magic of blocking. Look at this beauty now.
The yarn looks like lichen in a primordial forest, glimmering through layers of moss. Combined with the simple lace pattern — just enough to highlight the yarn’s variegation with its changes of direction, but not so much to fight with the yarn’s complexity — the scarf has the elegance of evening in a bright color that could make jeans and a t-shirt at noon into a celebration.
This scarf has been halfway around the world. It was forged in the aftermath of Japan’s March 11 tragedy. Its beauty deserves a special fate — someone who really wants it, who will sacrifice to have it. I donated this scarf to the Conway Cradle Care silent auction, and I hope a lot of people drop their tickets in the basket in front of it, tickets that represent needed funds for this organization. And whoever wins — wear it in good health. I confess, I’ll be peeking around town hoping to catch a glimpse of the neck that it adorns.