In the move, I unearthed this creamy cable fandango. It was knit many years ago and I do believe it was started by me and finished by my mother. It’s a heavy, dense hunk of wool/mohair that was curled up on itself, but 47 years later, after a long Soak soak and a biiiig blocking job, it’s in its full glory.
I can’t get a good picture because I have the lights off for my sleeping boy, but here’s a crap picture with flash. You get the point though…cable-y, creamy goodness.