Eulogy for Elspeth

I stand before you today the representative of knitters in grief. We are united to pay our respects to Elspeth. For such was her extraordinary appeal that many have expressed interest in her life in spite of not having known her personally.

Elspeth was the essence of feminine. She was also the embodiment of the lame schematics and figure-it-out for-yourself attitude that rules the House of Rowan. For all of her beauty, Elspeth was the victim of misleading charts and unclear, verbose writing. She was a victim of circumstance beyond her control.

But let us not mourn the passing of the sweet, lacey Elspeth. Let us, instead, focus on the whimsy and frivolity of Elspeth that made her fall just that side of wearability.

Elspeth passed from this world in a simple and swift (pun intended) manner, just as she would have wished. She is survived by four balls of Rowan Calmer in Sour, and a frightening collection of shrug and bolero patterns, all of which will go on in her name and in her memory.

"Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form."
-- Rumi