Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Shocking. Petal. Pale. Rose. Salmon. Baby. Peptol.

Dear hearts,

Sometimes it is positively spooky how a color suddenly seems to follow one about.

I have for some days now been resident in Jaipur. This city, founded in 1727, was later decorated with a fresh coat of pink paint as a gesture of welcome to Edward, Prince of Wales (later King Edward VII); and to this day it has stuck: Jaipur has become known, far and wide as the “Pink City of India.”

A snap of the Hawa Mahal, Jaipur.

And this in a country so famously flush with color that it raises the stakes on what color means, my darlings.  The legendary fashion editor, Diana Vreeland, nailed it (as usual) when, upon examining a piece of Indian silk, exclaimed, “ I adore that pink! It’s the navy blue of India.”

All this after careful perusal of the entries for our monthly contest led to this choice of winner–knitter Teresa H.’s rendition of “Bankhead” by Susie Gourlay.

Pink! You see? Not the pale pink of Jaipur, to be sure. But I am haunted–nay, pursued!–by pinks.

Susie points out that while the pattern is quite simple, it was created for travel–specifically a trip to Banff National Park in Alberta, Canada. She used Steamer Trunk, noting that a steamer trunk would be useful in transporting one’s outdoor gear to Banff. And of course it is excellent for thick, cosy hats.

Well done, Teresa. Do please drop us a note at to arrange for delivery of your prize skeins. Thank you, dear heart.

An Important Note About the Monthly Contest

And now, before I sign off, a brief note about the contest. We’ve been delighted with how it’s been going since we launched it, but the plumbing that makes it run is due for a refurbishment. And so it will be on hiatus for a bit; we hope to have it re-knit with all loose ends woven in by the end of the calendar year.

If you have already entered for October, have no fear–we shall be in touch with word of what happens next.

All of you, do please keep an eye here (and on our bustling Twitter and Facebook feeds) for word on the re-launch.

And now, a nap. It's well over one hundred degrees, and I am feeling just a touch dessicated.

Yours ever,
Mrs. Crosby
Jaipur, India 

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