Koigu casmere, from String in New York. This was my very first yarn store on American soil, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. It was small, but loaded with koigu, and Dave convinced me to treat myself to a skein of the cashmere. Ow, you have twisted my arm, I said, and proceeded to knock him brutally out of the way by bounding directly towards the cash register.
Aint it pretty?? And no, Chris, I did not have this on me in Minneapolis, for which I am profoundly grateful, as I suspect a cashmere-shaped hole in my yarn booty would have been the result!