This is a double-big year for this house, because of course it's the house of the bossy dogs AND I was born in the Year of the Dog. So this is a special year all around.
I spent today furiously working on (but not quite finishing) the linen shawl, and my right hand is going to be a claw tomorrow. I can see the finish line but I'm going to do the entire 4th skein, because I know how this linen behaves in feather and fan stitch thanks to my washcloth swatches. It'll relax a lot, it will get wider, and when it does, it will get somewhat shorter. So if it's going to be dramatically drapey (and it has to be, it's eggplant linen for goddsake, it Is Drama) it needs to be LONG before it takes the Kenmore treatment.
So, it'll be done soon, maybe by next weekend if my hand holds up. I'm already contemplating the next linen thing. So, should it be: an office-ready top? Or a drapey Pi Are Square-ish shawl in Euroflax Paris? OR something else entirely?
I have a need for linen. I think I love it because it has that magical quality, the transformation of a not-very-appealing finished object into something different after a little washing machine abuse - so it's like felting, and I love felting. Linen feels all stiff and kind of icky, then you wash and dry it a few times and it's all soft and drapey, and the more you abuse it (my washcloths keep getting nicer) the better it gets. How many things in life are like that?