The colour is impossible to capture.
In some lights it is silver, while in others it is a deep rich teal with flashes of cerise.
The fabric is fragile, with a slight halo from the alpaca and a sheen from the silk.
Even though it is so light that the wind catches it and lifts its edges, it feels warm and comforting.
It is the sort of shawl that I will wear and wear until it falls apart.
And I imagine I will keep on wearing it, even when it is in tatters.
How many more times will I reach for this pattern, I wonder?