It’s All Gaylen’s Fault
For luring me into the dark side. (Just kidding, Gaylen, you’re not to blame, but it is a eye-catching title. 🙂 )
A block from my work there is a lovely little yarn shop called Hilltop Yarn East (don’t know where Hilltop Yarn West or Central or North or South is, but there you go.) Every time I drive home from work, I see this shop and give myself a mental reminder to stop in there…someday. Well today I thought, oh whatever. I’m stopping in for a browse. Ya, famous last words, right? My self-restraint slipped right out the door as I went in the door.
Here’s what came home with me. (Not shown – a new pair of circular needles.)
Oh my gosh. The sensuality of soft yarn in my hands, between my fingers, is just irresistable. This yarn is a mix of “microacrylic, micronylon, and rabbit angora.” So soft, yet sturdy, and is machine washable (on gentle, of course.)
I wanted something to make for my new grandson, Evan, who is due in six weeks but really didn’t want to spend $100 on yarn for a crib blanket. Well, I spent half that on this stuff! And I don’t even have enough to do the sweater, I think. We’ll see.
I picked the light blue to try the little hat. I know my daughter will adore those colors. I chose the other colors to show her for the sweater and hat combo. She might not like those colors, but I love them.
Knitting is not new to me, really. It’s just been a gazillion years since I’ve knitted. As a young teenager, I knitted sweaters, felted one even without knowing what I was doing. (I washed it by accident and now it would fit one of our doggies.) My mother was an avid knitter, and I took up crochet. Someday I’ll post the awesome crochet bedspread that’s been on hold for ten years – literally.
Now I’m remembering how pleasurable knitting and crocheting can be for the times you can’t sew, or can’t be at the sewing machine. It really is addictive. Like I need another addiction or place to blow my money. Although, this purchase I can certainly justify – my little grandson Evan will be totally worth it, I’m sure.