This is a photo of
crack I got earlier this week to feed my addiction a skein of the silk yarn I have been dying feverishly all week with thoughts of my Mother’s birthday present (a silk shawl) in mind.
I can’t say enough about this yarn. If it was a man, it would have been love at first sight. It is so incredibly soft. I want to roll around in it. I love new yarns, different yarns, soft yarns, but this goes beyond the normal attraction. I’m thinkinging about knitting socks to wear when I’m lounging aroud the house.
I must leave you now to go sit and fondle my beloved some more.