Pont Du Marais

Have you ever been in a fog so thick you can’t see beyond your hand? My grandparent’s village is a 6-mile peninsula sticking into the North Atlantic and the fog there is epic. Rolling in off the cold waters that surround the village, the fog encircles you in a gray mist while the waves crash on the shore, out of sight but never out of hearing. When I first saw this yarn gradient I knew exactly what this shawl would become, showcasing the swirling fog and waves.