I mentioned Faroe shawls at a recent meeting of the FiberFiends. They're a great way to use up large amounts of yarn, and having been the inheritor of several stashes over the years there is no question that I have oodles of yarn that needs using up. The coned yarn that I got from my husband's grandmother is perfect for simply casting on and going, because there is no way on earth that I'm ever running out before the shawl is done, not even if I was doing a floor to shoulder version for Andre the Giant.
And thus the damage was done. A fellow Fiend was intrigued by these Faroe musings and questioned me in some depth about what they were, how they were put together, how much yarn went into them -- you know, stuff I can't explain or describe without having an actual shawl in front of me to illustrate. But it got worse. Much much worse. Twilight Zone at Stitches West sort of worse. This perfectly reasonable (for a knitter) woman asked me to write a pattern for her.
There used to be a web-site that had a sort of percentage-based faroe formula. I was going to direct her to that but of course, now I can't find it. It's probably gone to the ether, down the memory hole, or took up hookahs with Alice's caterpillar but in any case it's totally inaccessible to me. So I'm going to have to write that pattern.
Oh yeah. Like this is going to end well.