Sometimes it's just meant to be

So I had surgery about a week and a half ago.  The day after, while still on a reasonably hefty dose of pain pills, I impulse-bought some yarn that I decided was my reward for surviving said surgery.  About two days later, when I was no longer on the pain pills, I was afraid that the yarn I had gotten was not going to be as awesome as I  had decided.  Well, I was not disappointed.  It's brilliant.  It feels like a cloud.  It's Decadence in the Shark Week colorway from Little Red Bicycle.  Also while under the pain pills' devious influence, I had decided on the pattern I would use for this yarn.  The Good Luck Cowl.  Somehow, in my addled state, I picked a great pattern-- since I only have one skein of the yarn, I need something small.  I need something that will work with a yarn that's drapey, lustrous, and that has a bit of a halo.  It's perfect.

I also have the exactly right needles for this project.  They're circular, and they're just the right length to not have to scrunch or pull.  The needles have an unnoticeable join, so between the yarn, the pattern, and the needles, I feel like I'm knitting a cloud with cotton candy needles.  It's amazing.

Just to showcase the incredibility of all of this coming together, I have had one messup-- I wrote out the pattern by hand while still "under the influence."  I managed to mess up the pattern on two of the rows, and in such a way that I had to be literally making stuff up.  So the fact that everything else came together so beautifully is a testament to how kind Fate occasionally can be.