Yarn. New Yarn.

It’s a yarn kind of night here.  And it’s going to be a yarn kind of day tomorrow.  I have lots of yarn to play with and am at long last expecting kilos of Blue Faced Leicester to show up, so it should be a  yarn porn orgy  fun few days around here!

I did three colorways for Midday Faire this week.  I apologize for not remembering to post about it on Tuesday when I stocked it, but there are still a few skeins left if anyone is interested.  The bottom picture is the last of my beloved Suffolk Yarn, which I’m hoping to be able to get more of this summer, as I love how it dyes up.




I am off to grumble now.  I had a depressing interlude at my local yarn store this afternoon.  Actually, it started last Friday when I went in with Ellie’s Cahaba River Jacket ,  which did not look right to me.  I neglected to photo, but here’s the explanation.  The jacket is knit all at once on round needles, and you sort of section it off to do the right front, then the back, and then the left front.  I followed the instructions, I believed in the freaking pattern, and it was….wrong.

You know all those people who tell you to trust the pattern?  I am here to tell you gentle readers, Don’t Do It!

I just knew that pattern was wrong.  But, on Friday, the gal in the store assured me the big flap in the middle of the right armhole was for the collar.  I mean, c’mon.  I knew.  But she seemed so self-assured and she lined it up just so and I thought maybe I was just a moron.  I finished the right front, and the back.  And then I got to the left side and the directions just said to "reverse the shaping" and when I reread the directions they clearly did not make sense.

So, I went back in this afternoon.  Sure enough, I had the original version of the pattern.  Errors included. Rip. Rip. Rip.  All the way back.  Days and days of back.  I was too traumatized to take photos, but I assure you, it was mounds of knitting.

And, to add insult to injury?  Just as I walked back into my office, I got a phone call.  It was my LYS.  I had left my yarn (The ball was cut off to facilitate frogging and re-knitting) there.  I am off to grumble in hopes that by tomorrow, I will be feeling surprisingly Scarlett O’Hara-ish and can reclaim my yarn and finish up the jacket over the weekend.

2 thoughts on “Yarn. New Yarn.

  1. Joyce, I think one of the reasons I don’t knit much is because it’s so traumatic for me to rip things out. Your yarns are lovely.

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