Okay, someone please tell me what the heck is wrong with me.
I have spent nearly 3 hours on the prowl for more yarn. Not writing (sure, I did that for a couple of hours, but all it took was a “quick break” to check my email, and I found some lame excuse to “just take a peek” to see if something I’ve been looking for is in stock), not knitting (which is really sad because I have, like, 17 rows left on my second saucy sock before I graft it. Not to mention, I have 2 or 3 projects I’d like to swatch and start…). Why the heck am I wasting time stalking yarn?
Further, I have many gorgeous, glorious yarns of varied shades and fibers waiting patiently in their cozy tubs for me to pluck them out and cast them on. I mean really, really gorgeous. Yarns that I was willing to forgo all sorts of personal necessities to have.
Perhaps it is because the yarn in question seems to be so unobtainable that scoring it would be a major accomplishment. With bragging rights, too.
One of the first yarns that made me nuts like this was Handmaiden Sea Silk.
It wasn’t that tough to track. I found it here and there online, which is where I ultimately scored this loverly skein–I think at ColorSong. However, while trying to figure out which colorway I would choose, I encountered a delicious-to-the-touch skein at a local yarn shop and allowed myself to be talked into a colorway which I (I must admit now) despised. I was so anxious to knit with this yarn that I comforted myself by deciding I’d knit a giftie for someone with it. The yarn itself was a joy to use, but I still have trouble looking at it. Don’t know if I’ll ever finish it. Drats. I no longer go to this LYS in protest to pushy salespeople.
Next on my list of big game: Malabrigo Sock.
I was a knitter possessed until I had a skein (or 3) safely tucked away. Here’s my favorite colorway: Archangel.