Ever notice how yarn will reach out to you? It grabs onto those creative wheels spinning in your mind and tangles them up with possibilities. Then maybe it soothes away any resistance with it’s lovely color and soft hand. Like this:
Which pushed it’s way to the forefront of my consciousness as I was perusing the sale yarns at Knitch on Friday. I fondled most of the yarns- rejecting the really fabulous luxury novelty yarn, all over ribbons, mohair, and tangly interesting bits because even at 30% off it was still not in my budget. I passed by the 5 balls of cashmerino because while the color is one I like I don’t have a project for it and Murphy’s law says if I do get it I will actually need 6 balls to finish any project I decide to make with it. I resisted all attempts to make me buy something that was a great yarn but in a green that I wouldn’t wear even if everyone in the room insisted it was a great color for me. Then I found this- one orphan hank of Prism Wool Lace, 1400 yds. Enough for almost any lace project ever and certainly enough for anything I would knit. The colorway is Periwinkles. It followed me home and I’m keeping it and I’m going to pet it and love it….. and one day it will be something lovely and gossamer.
Of course, I have plenty of other yarns clamouring for attention. Last week this fellow leapt out of the yarn basket and rolled right into my path. Clearly the act of a neglected child.
I’m going to knit this, with his twin (Amethyst Cascade 220) into a Cable Rangoli and maybe a pair of mittens to match. I’ve promised to do it soon. Yes, mommy will take you out for an outing soon, real soon.
That is as soon as I finish the black and tan hat. It didn’t just reach out for attention- it slapped me up side the head and yelled. I was knitting along and everything was going well. It was quick. It looked great. I sped thru the colorwork rows on the main part of the hat and began the decreases. My gauge got really tight. The stitches seemed minicule compared to the rest of the work. It became torturous to move the stitches along the cable. “What is wrong?”; I thought. I said !@#$%^& some more. I knitted some more.
Then, DUH, (cue light bulb) it occurred to me that if I was decreasing I should move the the stitches on to dpn’s. I frogged back to the decrease row and I’m ready to finish…. only I ordered the dpn’s in the correct size when I started the hat but they aren’t here yet. I’ve been knitting too fast- a real shocker for anyone who knows how slow I usually knit. Any way, I could saunter down to the lys in Decatur and get some but something tells me I should be frugal and patient and just wait till the others arrive.
Meanwhile this is taunting me: