But first . . .

 

The Yarn.

I tweeted several days ago that I'd fallen into sin and error again and bought more yarn. I know, this is standard behaviour in the knitting community, but my membership is still only a few months old* and I haven't frelling FINISHED anything yet. I have three Secret Projects and a hellhound blanket going right now.** And I'm buying more yarn. Shoot me. Someone. Please.

But it was on sale. And I had been looking at it thoughtfully even when it wasn't on sale. It's 100% wool, which, rather mysteriously to this neophyte, seems to be rather rare in the yarn world, and it hasn't been through x strange chemical processes, although I admit I haven't yet researched what 'natural' and 'untreated' means exactly in knitterdom. But I love the colours***—even though none of them is pink—and you get to use 6 mm needles which means you won't get as old knitting the same amount of stuff as you would on 4 mm, which unfortunately the first† Secret Project is in. I got as far as filling out the on-line order form when it wasn't on sale . . . and barely managed to make myself not press the 'order' button. When it went on sale . . . I was lost.

And of course the entire weight of Ravelry fell on me and demanded details, because knitters are (apparently) like that. So here you are. At last.

I'm again expecting my poor camera to cope with indoor lighting at night. There's actually--ahem--twelve skeins of it because I have a CARDIGAN on my mind. Yarn addiction is perhaps easier (or anyway cheaper) when you think in terms of socks.

This may be a slightly truer colour. Or then again it may not. It depends as it so often does on your computer screen. But it's cream-gold-brown-slatey-blue-grey.

If you buy enough of it you get your own Eco Friendly Bio Degradable Brown Paper Project Bag

But in fact all twelve don't fit in the brown paper bag all that well, which is beginning to split at the seams. So I am keeping it in my latest Project Bag. ::Swoons:: An INFINITY of uses for tote bags opens dangerously before me.

The temptation is worse when they lay out patterns for the yarn you're trying unsuccessfully not to buy. This is what my yarn looks like knitted up, by the way.

And I like the sweater on the front cover but I may like this one even better. And it says 'quick & easy' on the cover. They lie, right? Although if I had to wear either of these belts I'd probably have to forswear knitting forever, since apparently it leads you into dreadfulness.

 

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* Fancy. It's still only been a few months.

BurgandyIce wrote:  But just to ask hypothetically, can one knit in, say, the line at the Post Office?

Sweetheart, I knit at stoplights.^ There's a particularly ogreish stoplight in the middle of Mauncester which I am seeing way too much of again, it being on the way to both Tabitha and Nadia, and it used to be a pet hate of mine. No more. I roll up, put the clutch in neutral, yank on the handbrake, and knit.

^ Not to mention waiting for frelling WordPress to load photos. 

** And TRAGEDY, WOE, WOE, WOE. I blogged or tweeted or something recently^ that I was near the end of Secret Project #1 and approaching the Dreaded Sewing-Up Part—which isn't dreaded! I'm NOT dreading! NOT! I CAN DO HAND SEWING gods dranglefab it!—anyway. I decided I'd better lay my lots of nice squares out in some semblance of their final shape, and see if they're going to fit and what, you know, sizes I need to make more of to fill in the gaps, since they're not all the same size (ahem). And . . . I can't use all of them. WOE. UNBEARABLE WOE. But the plain-colour ones show the gleeps and blergs so clearly. I had somehow not realised the ghastly truth.  The awful bobbly yarn, while probably in actual fact blergier, hides the lumps better because it is itself lumpy. And the self-muddling yarn is, well, self-muddling—if you squint you can't necessarily immediately tell which is a colour change and which is a blerg. But the plain green . . . oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear oh dear.

Whimper. I'm not as near the end as I thought. And the hellhound blanket may have just gained a row or two of green. In the wrong gauge.

^ When so much of my life happens, or anyway re-happens, on line, it's scary living with this memory. What did I say? Was I right? I can't remember. . . .

*** And after the Agony of the Plain Green Squares let me say that my first big scary project is going to be in one of these multicoloured yarns.

† endless