Because there was a time when ladies didn't leave the house without them, gloves have always suggested to me the elegance of horse-drawn carriages, drawing rooms and balls. I have long imagined knitting a fine pair of gloves that would be as appropriate for that life as this one.
A simple cuff that can be worn long or folded, a thumb gusset and fingers that fit your own, the result is a classic pair of gloves. Perhaps they're the sort that could have been worn by the tragic Lily Bart or even by Edith Wharton herself.
To knit for such a heroines, I chose Blue Sky's Royal Alpaca. One hundred percent of the finest alpaca around, this yarn is as soft, light and warm as cashmere and as gorgeous as anything. It truly is fit for a lady, and for the rest of us too!
Since, like turn-of-the-century Washington Square, whopping sapphires mostly just reside in my imagination, I stitched my own pretty jewel onto one finger. An impressive gem, but a simple embellishment, this little touch really makes me feel like my dance card is full!