First of all, BEST BLOG READERS EVER, thank you for reminding me about Ravelry!!! So much better than eBay…
But you know what? GAH!! I’m trying to do the Turbo-Lister thing today with all the yarn I’ve got set aside, right? So, I’m taking pictures of all this yarn and then writing descriptions.
And my descriptions are totally selling the yarn back to me.
“You know what? I’m right! That would make a devastatingly elegant shrug! I’m keeping it!”
“Hahahaha! Yeah, that burnt red is wicked awesome in among all that deep yellow and falling-leaf orange…I’m keeping it!”
“…surely somebody I know is going to have a baby girl who needs a hand-painted superwash wool blankie…those purple highlights really are kind of to swoon for…”
This is ridiculous. The only thing I’ve been able to put into Turbo Lister without any qualms at all is the Knit Picks Dancing, which is one of those yarns where I loved the colors but not the yarn – it’s a cotton / wool / nylon blend and I just…didn’t feel the love for the finished socks. Other people tell me they’re fabulous and perfect for warm weather and so forth and so on, but…well.
I wear wool socks in hundred degree weather. I know that’s weird, OK?! I just like wool socks. I’m either going to wear wool socks, or I’m going to wear sandals and NO socks.
ANYWAY. I think I need an Intervention or something. Or somebody else to write the descriptions. Or possibly I need to not write descriptions at all. Just put it up with the stats.
“Rowan Tapestry. Five balls. 50 grams. 131 yards per ball. Variegated gray. 70% wool / 30% soybean. Hand wash / lay flat to dry. US 6 needle = 5.5 sts per inch. DK weight.”
See? I can part with that. But I have trouble parting with a yarn that “makes me think of San Francisco fog rolling in, light and dark shadows with a slight fuzzy quality that invokes the air of mystery, glamour and sangfroid of the 1930 movie starlet.”
And now I totally want to make something with it. You can’t have it, it’s mine, MINE I TELL YOU BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
I’ve got all this super-basic kitchen cotton, worsted weight. I made a bunch of kitchen towels with it some years ago. Good, basic stuff. Absorbent. Sturdy as heck. (Those simple little towels are almost a decade old now, and still going strong.) Inexpensive. And I have so much of it I could probably make a few king sized bed covers from it. It needs to go.
But then I think, You know, I bet this would take dye really well…and then, you could make PLACEMATS!
SURE! Because goodness knows what I need more of? Placemats. Hand-dyed by ME placemats.
…I’ll just add that to my to-do list, shall I? Run business, run household, figure out taxes, work 40 hours, help with homework, hand-dye a bunch of cotton, make placemats…
Now, What. Did. I. Just. Say?!
Does this sound familiar?! It’s not as sensitive a sore spot for me as it might be, I suppose. I learned my lesson about being attached to Things years ago, when we purged the Den of all kinds of “precious” collectibles during our leanest years.
Or how about my casual implication that I was so no longer in love with this yarn and off it could go, la la la?
Yeah, fine…until I start reminding myself what’s good about it. Then suddenly I’m like some kind of insane person.
You know? It’ll probably be easier to do this on Ravelry. Right? All I have to do is click on the little button that says, “Willing to trade or sell” in my stash. No having to discuss what’s so awesome about it and so forth and so on. And it’s other knitters! Who know what’s so groovy about it, so I don’t have to tell them, you know, that this is Koigu which is, you know, Koigu…which is mine, all mine, BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…
(seriously…send help) (but not really…it’s mine, MINE I SAY…) (…help!...)
C. E. Montague
14 hours ago