A while back (OK, like a year ago), I started Cheryl Oberle’s Little Edo jacket. In the ensuing months, I’ve knit many things, complained vigorously on these pages, grown older, visited foreign lands and even written about Oberle, but have made very little progress on this lovely garment. The other day, I returned to it, trepidatious because it is LACE, albeit easy LACE, but was able to sink right in. Just like a great novel. And the yarn, Oberle’s own hand-dyed “Reflections,” a 50–50 merino-mohair, like stitching with sapphires.

See?

Itty bitty teeny weeny Edo