Mossy Cottage Knits

Of Light In Its Various Forms

Naturally, without much struggle and without really noticing it, over the last couple of years, I’ve greatly reduced the amount of yarn I buy to about, say, one skein every four months or so. But not to fret. You can’t put a hand down in this house without touching something that has yarn in it. I have yarn in the loft, bedroom, den, living room, coat closet, garage... (I'm tempted to put skeins in the bathroom and kitchen so there isn't a room untouched by the demon fiber.) So, in short, I’m set for a good long while. However, I love:

Yarn (duh)

Sock yarn in particular

Variegated yarn

Subtle and unique shades of brown and gray (a new development, this; still trying to wrap my head around it. Brown and gray used to give me fits.)

Sparkle.

So what was I to do when confronted with this? I mean, really, what was I to do? I swear ta' God, a sunbeam appeared out of nowhere and shone directly on this skein and I heard a bar or two of "Ode to Joy."

The yarn has about four times more sparkle than the photo shows but it's late, and I'm too lazy to haul out my make-shift light box (besides, Benny decided to showcase his artsy side by chewing holes in the tissue).

The vital statistics:

Bought at Village Yarn & Tea

Dream in Color brand

"Starry" sock-weight yarn

Cloud Jungle colorway

Merino superwash and silver (kewl!)

450 yards of pure heaven

The number of times it has already been stolen by Joon: 1

I’m sure word has gotten around by now that, over the course of a few years and culminating on Saturday, knitters around the world have succeeded in donating over a million dollars to Doctors Without Borders through Stephanie’s campaign. I am gobsmacked. That being said, ratio-wise, given that we had approximately two hours and 15 knitters to accomplish our fund-raising this weekend, I dare say we pulled off the equivalent. How does:

$1,606

grab ya’? To put this in perspective, Elaine was hoping to raise $200. The poor thing. I don’t think she knew whether to laugh, cry, crumple up or bounce around the room as if she were on a pogo stick.

It wasn’t my event, it was strictly Elaine’s, but I still feel compelled to send a big thank you to the newbies (hi, Cathy! I hope you survived your first knit-in!), long-time pals that I don’t see nearly often enough (you know who you are), and the regulars who have been friends o’ my heart for years now. You pulled off a small, generous miracle. (You’d think after Dulaan, I wouldn’t be so surprised but I still am.)

Posted by Ryan at January 24, 2010 10:15 PM