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Estonian Garden Stole in Cracksilk Haze

A Late Birthday Present:

After overloading the birthday girl with pattern links, and an unfortunate reference to “Jemima Puddle-Duck Syndrome“, I decided it would be best to just take her to Knit Purl and see what happened; I don’t think you can walk in there without finding something perfect.

Rowan Cracksilk Haze color 627
We both love this color! We’re calling it ‘Vine Maple’.

That is not the name Rowan gave it. They usually come up with picturesque romantic color names, but color 627 is named “Blood”.
First of all:

It’s NOT blood colored. Maybe the color of the icky styrofoam tray liner under a pound of ground beef.


So I renamed it Vine Maple. Oooooo-priiitteeeee.

Later, we decided we should go back and get that perfect coordinating yarn that we had waffled on for socks IF Knit Purl was still Open.
We got there and it was Closed.
But I tried the door and it was unlocked! We ran in and straight to the Wall of Koigu and grabbed the yarn and then tried to act like we’d been there all along.
Sandy Kay heard voices and came up to investigate, she was nice as could be, especially considering they were supposed to be Closed. Then we sent her to go find more yarn because I decided I needed to have a pair of the same socks! We were laughing ourselves silly the whole time and Sandy was a great sport about it.
Thanks Sandy!

Koigu KPPPM P105D

…and then, at the counter they were tempting us with these irresistible little hanks of silk and beads, perfect for trimming a sock:

Planet Earth Fibers in color Rouge


Fiber Trends Estonian Garden S-2009 by Evelyn A. Clark

And started:

Koigu KPPPM color 105D socks

March 29, 2009 at 9:58 pm 1 comment

Yarn Mob

If I had it to do over again…I probably wouldn’t.
I was one of hundreds, no thousands, who descended on Hilltop Yarn on Saturday for their Fire Sale – 50% off EVERYTHING.
As I drove there I contemplated the 1-hour parking spots.
Not likely.
As I drove past, I saw the line that was most of the way down the block, ten minutes before opening.
Well, I was already there.
I started laughing, as I walked past the entire line to get to the end.
Wish I hadn’t drank so much coffee.
The line began to move, it kept moving. And moving.
They let EVERYONE in! It was packed.
Completely packed.
I stood in the doorway and momentarily considered the wisdom of going into a building that was jammed well beyond fire code. Then a space opened between two bodies. Of course I wasn’t going to let those knitters get ALL the yarn.
In I went.
Well, what do you know? All those years of abusing my ears and whatevah at rock concerts paid off. I knew how to get through a crowd.
But it was already slim pickin’s.
I got a couple of balls of cracksilk in blackcurrant, I think I was lucky to get that. I also snagged three hanks of Debbie Bliss Pure Silk, two in ecru and one in black.

Fire Sale

I turned around and got a sinking feeling (no, it wasn’t the floor collapsing, though the thought had crossed my mind).
“Is this the checkout line?”
Though the pile of people I was looking at could hardly be called “a line”. It was a room completely full of people all facing west – the direction of the next room with the cash registers and beyond that the front door.
Sigh. I’m not sure, but I think it was about forty minutes later when I got out.
There were jokes, there was camaraderie and balls of yarn being passed and even tossed across the room…and there was some trying of patience, though no one lost their temper or manners, that I saw anyway.

March 2, 2008 at 9:12 pm Leave a comment




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