Fiber. Yarn. Harp.
There's so much I want to share...
I went to the yarn store on my day off with two great gals...oh the fun we had! Despite soggy feet to start the day off, I forgot all my troubles in the yarn store. I can't imagine being in a shop with a no-touch policy. It's not that I'm super touchy-feely, at least not like I picture girls to be, but I'm horribly indecisive. I want to give each yarn a fair chance to be honored as a decent bit of gorgeousness. Well, I'm very grateful I had a voice of reason with me who helped me admit that I can write down the names of the skeins that will be there when I come back next time, so that I could focus my purchases and get it sorta near what I had planned for. Ha. Sorry, my little nudibranch, but you must wait a little longer before you are born!
I think my frantic buzzing about the store must have annoyed the owners a bit. At least, I annoyed myself. By the end, I was on so much sensory overload that I was unable to speak clearly or intelligibly. I did come away with a few goodies, though, including a hank of magenta Manos del Uruguay, enough Cascade 220 in Azure blue (kinda tealish) for a sweater, and (drumroll)... a couple pounds of chocolatey Romney fleece. This will be my first venture into working with raw, or nearly raw, fiber. (Insert crazy man laugh here)
My post-LYS therapy involved a sock I'm working on in Noro Silk Garden Sock yarn for Cat Bordhi's Coriolis pattern. I'm having fun plugging in the numbers and writing them down in my little black book. I just turned the heel, and IT FITS!!! I’m lovin everything about this sock…the colors, the feel of the yarn, the fit…I don’t know, but the sock bug may have bitten me tonight for the first time.