I finished the silk shawl. It is made from cream-white slubbed silk yarn (woven in Bangkok, Thailand) that runs thick (as a pencil) and thin (as a pin). It is on the back of the futon across the room and looks lovely draping in elegant folds of luxury. The experience of knitting a fat lump of silk and watching it dwindle to the size of sewing thread was a fascinating process. Focus, it is all focus and nothing happens outside of this moment suspended between thick and thin.