Fresh off the blocking towel, Hyrna Herborgar very graciously escorted me to a garden club presidents tea Thursday night.
My master plan was to stun everyone there with my shawl, so they wouldn't notice my 20 extra pounds, flat mussy hair or complete lack of makeup.
Seriously, not only is Hyrna toasty warm & comforting, she's sort of a security blanket or invisibility cloak, too: when you're wearing this shawl, people might be less likely to notice if you're also wearing your supper. Especially if you add a few extra repeats, so the shawl covers more of your body. (If you are the busty sort, you will want to add those repeats).
I have always loved Icelandic yarn (and the ginormous flaming-red poncho I never quite finished out of Lopi stands testament to that), but now I love it even more. Although still maybe not as much as Cassie, but I'm getting there.