Okay, so the story goes like this: Icarus’ father, Daedalus, attempted to escape from his exile in the place of Crete, where he and his son were imprisoned. Daedalus fashioned two pairs of wings out of wax and feathers for himself and his son. Before they took off from the island, Daedalus warned his son not to fly too close to the sun. Icarus soared through the sky, got a little cocky,and flew too close to the sun, which caused the wax to melt and the feathers to fall off. And so, Icarus fell into the sea and died.
My version goes a little more like this: A bold and daring knitter attempted to knit the Icarus Shawl out of Knit Picks Alpaca Cloud, using the lovely pattern written by Miriam L. Felton. And so she cast on and began knitting her first lace shawl. Before she cast on, she warned herself to pay close attention to the charts and directions. As she and Icarus soared through about 25 rows, she got a little cocky, and started trying to talk while she knit, which caused her to drop stitches and loose her place. And so, Icarus fell into the stash and died.
Until today. After my amazing success with Gold, I have the confidence, yea, the courage to pull Icarus from the depths of the stash and breath life into his tangled strands. This is the stuff legend is made of. This is true adventure. Behold! Icarus!