A Personal Sanctuary: The Cable Comfort Throw

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Exhausted by her stressful day at the office, Sharon, while driving home, could think only of removing her coat, suit and heels, putting on her comfiest sweats, and curling up on the sofa beneath the beautiful afghan she’d recently completed. It was called a Cable Comfort Throw, and yes, it was richly cabled and richly comforting.

Before, she’d never tackled anything bigger than a scarf. The throw taught her to cable and to manage a large piece of fabric. If you could knit stockinette, cables were a snap. Plus, the project was on large needles, and the yarn–the most squishable, chunky Wool-Ease^® Thick & Quick^® in a happy lemongrass green–knitted up fast, providing immediate gratification.

Sharon parked, and unlocked the front door of her home. The serenity of the hall, with its quietly ticking clock, the silk-shaded glow of table lamps as she switched them on, the scent of potpourri in a bowl on the mantel, the sight of the Cable Comfort Throw draped over the arm of the sofa–all brought soul-nourishing relief. She called it the “Sanctuary Effect.”

Make-up and office uniform removed, sweats and thick socks on, a magazine and the TV remote at hand, the Cable Comfort Throw wrapped around her, Sharon sank into the sofa’s deep cushions. But was she dreaming? Brian was already announcing that it was time to eat.

“Oh…I must have dozed off.” She yawned, pulling the throw closer, thinking how its luscious warmth made her feel so peaceful. Even though dinner smelled wonderful, she could hardly bear to leave the Cable Comfort Throw’s embrace.

Then Brian emerged from the kitchen, with a food-laden tray. “Now don’t you move,” he said, settling down beside her. “Dinner is served.”
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

A story by Selma Moss-Ward.

Selma Moss-Ward writes and knits in Rhode Island. You can find her work on our blog, as well as Lion Brand’s monthly newsletter, Pattern Journal, which you can subscribe to here.