Back in the saddle

September. Grey, rainy. 66F.
Parking ticket. Postponed meeting. Unanswered email.
Wrong side of the bed.
What to do?

Yarn store!


Even a ridiculous clot of traffic and Connecticut's worst yellow-light runners could not prevent the late afternoon clearing in my otherwise gloomy mood as I cruised over to my neighborhood fiber fix.

Usually I prefer to work my way around the shop independently, shunning help from the saleslady and insisting on feeling my way through the inventory as if I were vision-impaired. For whatever reason, this time I told the clerk (who was wearing very impressive dark eye makeup) I was looking for some cotton yarn for lacework on size 1 needles. Amazingly, they had a whole wall of options that I'd overlooked on my last visit last spring.

Not that I ended up buying any of it. Eventually, the tactile approach won out, and my fingers discovered the almost-prohibitively expensive handpainted 100% silk (above), and this cool Adrienne Vittadini acrylic (below).


I said almost prohibitively. That means, I bought less than I needed, and shoved the rest back in an obscure corner, vowing to knit really quickly so I can finish the camisole before anyone buys the rest of the dye-lot (in case I need it).