The reality that I was deep in the throws of breaking a few Commandments related to not coveting was all too obvious. And with a swipe and a sign, the twelve colors of Fall were mine.
Twelve colors of Fall - aka Prism Merino Mia - all combined to make one jacket. Left to my own devices, this could never happen. But when those who understand color blending and movement better than do I put everything together in a handy dandy kit, how could I resist.
Now that the evenings begin earlier than I prefer, it leaves long hours of darkness to work long sections of stockinette broken by a few rows of linen stitch. I am enamored by the twelve colors of Fall.