Last summer, Rachel and I were at a Fiber Fair, and my phone rang. It was a friend calling, and when I picked up I could hear background noise on her phone that sounded just like the background noise where I was standing. Sure enough, she was also at the fair, and asked me if I knew what color wedding gown Rachel was planning on. I didn't, but told her I guessed something in the ivory family. She didn't divulge more, but I had my suspicions.
A bit later that day, we bumped into her, and she had a basket filled with luscious yarn, in the prettiest ivory tone. Hand spun Merino wool, fine, yet warm.
Months passed, the wedding gown was bought, and a few weeks before the wedding my friend stopped in, with a gift. When Rachel opened it, her eyes filled with happy tears. Carefully laid on tissue paper, was a beautiful, amazing, hand-knit, shawl. It was intended for a fall bride to have to cover her arms if the day was chilly, and it was beyond lovely. "It must have taken you days and days," my friend replied, "Actually, it took months and months!' She then added, "You can use it for a receiving blanket for a baby someday, too, and really make it a family heirloom." More tears ensued.
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