More Yarn. Ahem.
So, I need some of this, right?
It’s Fiona’s. Fiona and I had another Yarn Adventure today. We won’t discuss how, walking back to the car, there wasn’t room on the pavement for all three of us, Fiona, Fiona’s bag of new yarn and me.* But of course I insisted on having all the new yarn in the front passenger seat with me so I could go ‘ooooh’ and ‘aaaah’ on the way home.
I went ‘ooooh’ and ‘aaaah’ over this in particular. So, back at the mews over tea, I had an idle hunt for it on line. IDLE. It’s probably only in 4 ply and I want 8 ply. And I HAVE LOTS OF YARN AND NO MONEY. But . . . it’s Artesano. Mmmm. Artesano is nice. And this is pure alpaca. Mmmm . . . Alpaca is heaven. But—4 ply. I don’t do 4 ply. Oh, I’m sure I saw it in DK/8 ply too, helpfully said Fiona, Limb of Satan.
. . . They did have it in DK. And they’ve DISCONTINUED THE ENTIRE LINE. Oh, no, wait, that’s good, I can’t buy it. Can’t. It’s not available any more, except for the odd single skein here and there.
Fiona, who is truly a demon in human disguise, managed to find the (apparently) only site in England that still has several skeins of the DK left in this specific colourway. It wasn’t coming up on my google search. It was coming up on Fiona’s.
I presently have the salient page open on my browser. I go there and refresh it occasionally. Four skeins are still available. At 300 metres per that’s plenty to do something with.***
I. Do. Not. Need. More. Yarn. †
::refreshes:: WILL SOMEONE PLEASE BUY THIS STUFF.
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* Believe it or not I didn’t buy any yarn. ANY YARN. But that’s really only because the frelling shop shut too soon. I hadn’t noticed it was after five o’clock already, okay? We’d only got there . . . about two hours before.
Fiona doesn’t do as much damage on line as I do, and I headed for the pattern shelves as we walked in because I already have FABULOUS NEW YARN to purr over and pet, and to waste insane amounts of time imagining what I’m going to make with it.^ Also, while there are Good Sites and Bad Sites^^ for stuff you’ve never seen live, you do start to learn what your favourite yarns are going to be like—I’m a Rowan junkie already, for example^^^, and I also drool automatically if anyone says ‘merino and silk’ to me—but patterns are still mostly a foreign country, the amount of time I’ve spent cruising Ravelry notwithstanding.^^^^
So I marched myself off smartly to the bookshelves and studied. This is all educational you know. Educational is good.
^ I’m nearly at the end+ of Second Front of First Cardi, and then there will be only the sleeves to go before it’s time to sew it up and discover nothing fits together. I have seen patterns where the pieces are deliberately asymmetrical. . . . ++
+ I was talking to Hannah a few days ago, who was mourning the end of summer and return to a big flat on the Upper West Side from a small(ish) cabin in the woods. I asked her if she’d got any knitting done on her holiday, she being one of several people I have INFECTED with the dread virus.# No, she said, or not much, because she’d made some kind of error and didn’t know how to fix it, and had to wait till she could take it to her Knitting Guru. WHAT? I said. You knit something ELSE. You don’t stop knitting.
Oh? she said, cheering up immediately. You can do that? You can start something new before you finish the first thing?
To think this woman runs a major publishing enterprise. Or maybe that’s why she runs a major publishing enterprise.
# Fiona told me her dad had asked if I’d got my book finished. Not quite, she said. It’s your fault, he said. You taught her how to knit.~
~ I can’t wait to tell Merrilee.
++ And I DON’T LIKE THEM AT ALL. They make me NERVOUS.
^^ I keep trying to tell myself that I’m glad there are so many yarn sites with TERRIBLE PHOTOS or I’d be in even more stash trouble than I already am.
^^^ Despite their deplorable fondness for arteeeeeeeeeestic photography. I want to whap most of their models up longside the head and tell them to get over themselves.
^^^^ Also, unless you go in for the serious hardback art book end of knitting patterns, you can get drastically, irresponsibly carried away for a lot less money, buying patterns. The rush is similar, even downloading free patterns. +
+ I would like knitty.com a lot better, however, if I could learn to remember the difference between tangy and piquant. http://knitty.com/ISSUEspring08/PATTtempest.html
Can’t they just say easy, intermediate, difficult and seriously out there? Although at least they do try to warn you about the level of intensity you’re about to embark on. One of my pet peeves is knitting mags and knitting books that don’t. Now, granted, if it’s dripping with lace and cables# I will turn the page quickly, but it’s not always obvious whether something is feasible or fatal.## And while I’m complaining about the megrims of knitting magazines, what is the deal about not giving you the year of publication? This seems to be more a British thing, but it is very irritating. Is this supposed to convince you that their patterns are ageless? I can make up my own mind about agelessness, thank you###, but when you’re reading the articles about new yarns or special offers it’s nice to know if this is happening now or ten years ago.####
# People keep telling me cables are easy. Go away.
## Although difficulty level is not the only, ahem, gauge. I was looking at a very pretty long pullover pattern . . . that you knit ON TWO POINT SEVEN FIVE MILLIMETRE NEEDLES? ARE YOU FRELLING KIDDING ME? Gigantic oversized knee-length coats on 4 mm fall into the same category. I want to finish more than one knitted garment before I die of extreme old age.
### Whatever it is, it’s not. But I like vintage. I am vintage.
#### Okay, so another way to derive maximum satisfaction from your knitting budget is to hoover up back copies of magazines that your favourite knitting sites are unloading for cheap.
*** I would also be in less trouble than I am if I could get my mind off cardigans and on to . . . oh, socks or something. Hats. Mug hugs. Egg cosies.
† Oh, the worst thing about today’s Yarn Adventure? I’ve told you, haven’t I, that Fiona and I are simply covering Every Yarn Shop in Hampshire^, and There Are Way Too Many of Them? And fortunately many of them are poised in slightly alternate dimensions that require satnav, cursing and fresh black chicken entrails. But I could find this one again. This one is really easy. It’s no farther to drive than . . . oh, than say the Fustian bell tower. Fortunately Fustian is in the OPPOSITE direction.
^ Fiona, who lives in East Sussex or Somerset or something, keeps insisting that there just aren’t any good yarn shops near where she is. Uh huh. Sure, I believe that.
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