It started with this: Martha looking tan, rested and trim after five months in Alderson prison and wearing a hand-crocheted poncho.
Lisa circa 2005: I'm starting to think I want a poncho.
Me: You don't want a poncho.
Lisa (whining): Make me one!
Me: You don't wear your own hand knits. I'm not making you a poncho.
Lisa: But you're a better knitter.
Me: I'll spend six weeks knitting a poncho and by then it will be out of style. I'm not knitting you a poncho.
Time passes. Say five years.
Lisa: I'm still thinking I want a grey poncho.
Me: Go for it.
Lisa: You make it for me.
Me: Uh huh. There's no way in hell I'm knitting you a poncho.
More years pass. Suddenly a big birthday looms. A really big birthday. The one I commemorate with the gift of a shawl. There was nothing for it but to knit the much-desired thing.
Churchmouse Yarn and Teas provided the perfect pattern. Three skeins of Berroco Ultra Alpaca in Charcoal Mix accomplished the task.
This design elevates the poncho to something more timeless and less lumpen than the one pictured above.
Thanks to my lovely neighbor Kim for the modeling. And to Lisa, here's to many, many more! Birthdays, not ponchos.