Thursday, November 23, 2006

Yarn Porn

I never had an actual "yarn stash". What I had was a collection of leftovers. Unused balls bought for a certain project and not needed, yarn purchased to make a certain thing but then the thing was not made for one reason or the other. Yarn that did not behave the way I wanted and replaced with something different and not returned. I didn't have anything in there that I bought because I WANTED it before actually knowing what I will do with it. That, my friends, has all changed. I discovered an LYS. What does LYS mean? Local Yarn Store. I am not talking about Michaels (which to their credit does carry a good, although limited selection but lately their eyelash yarn collection is growing while their actual wool selection has been shrinking, and they don't carry the needles they used to). Nor Zellers (again, a good cross section but mostly acrylic and novelty yarns). And not Walmart (needles up the whazoo, but rarely any actual wool). Now don't get me wrong, I love acrylic yarn because it is bright, the colour is usually long lasting, the yarn itself is long wearing, and if the object gets tossed in the washing machine by mistake it isn't coming out a barbie sweater. But for some special projects I wanted something.....special. Something with silk, or cashmere, something fancy and handpainted maybe. Mail order works great and the delivery is usually fast (thank you KnitPiks!). And Ebay is an unending resource for double pointed needles, turbos, what have you (I love that 'buy-it-now' option). But sometimes you want to touch, to feel, to caress. We have two "real" yarn stores in our city, both within steps of each other on the same street. The one that is easier to get to was never open when I was there. To be fair and honest, it wasn't that they were never open but rather I not only don't read, I don't retain even if I do so I went back twice when I should have known they were not open. Their hours of operation are clearly marked on the sign on the door. And I finally made it!!!!! My doctor's appointment went quicker than planned, and I was in the area. And I was NOT disappointed. They had brands and names and colourways I could only read about. And I did not escape empty handed. The Jazz Print is going to become an earflap hat for myself. Yes, that's right. The brightest, most colourful earflap hat ever invented. With my coat of many colours it should fit right in. No sirree bob am I ever getting lost in the snow. They'll see my body for miles around, like a friggin beacon baby. My biggest fear is that I will confuse migratory birds flying above, but we all have to take risks in life, right? The soft pink Lang Silkdream - and it does feel like a silk dream, by the way. When I win the lottery I am knitting myself pj's out of this stuff - well. Remember that lace scarf for my mother? I may replace that monstrosity with an adjusted pattern and use this instead. I like the leaves, but the garter stitch middle section is too blocky. The entire scarf ended up too wide. I originally wanted a skinner, longer version and abandoned the idea of ripping back because the yarn I was using was a bastard to work with. I was loathe to destroy what I had already killed myself to finish. I am going to try to finish the original scarf tonight. If I struggle to get through the repeats, consider it abandoned. It won't go to waste, of course. The half that is already bound off would make a nice shawl for DD's "my size" doll. If I don't decide to replace it with something else and actually finish it, then this goes into the stash for something else. I have a niece that is partial to such pale colours. Maybe a scarf, or perhaps gloves. We shall see. Those two balls of cool blue sea and sky? Watercolours indeed! I wish you could feel it and see it in person. It is so much lovelier than it looks in that sorry excuse for a picture. It is destined to become a lighter-than-air, seafoam and ocean spray, summer evening scented with coconut skin oil and beach sand, triangular shawl. Not sure when I can start it, but I had dreams of the beach last night, so it might be sooner than Christmas knitting should allow. For now I am trying to forget I even SAW that yarn store.

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