I once knew a guy who spent about six weeks in a deep depression. After pressing for the details of his anguish, he finally told me the source of his state of mind: He didn't know if he wanted to collect stamps, or coins.
Twenty years later, I still can't understand all his distress. But here's a confession. I have befriended a woman who craves the Wollmeise yarn worse than any stamp or coin collector craves stamps or coins, and I actually enjoy her company. A lot. All the other crazies who crave to collect about as bad as she does I see on TV documentaries about Star Trek or vintage comic books.
We'll call my Wollmeise loving friend "Leslie." She keeps her Wollmeise stash in two Rubbermaid boxes under her bed. I know this, because she pulled them out and brought along 16 hanks, eight to a box--all wrapped up "just so"--to show me when we met for coffee at a coffeehouse near the DMV the other day. (I mention the DMV only because I have to renew my license in person after something like eight or 10 years. I dread this because first, I need to divulge my weight gain and reduce my height from 5'6 1/2" to 5'6", and second, bother through another vision test which I will fail with flying colors. I'm blind in one eye and the government workers for some reason can't figure out how in the world I avoid falling over with just one working eye. In the past, I've lied and said "I have a doctor's note on file." One of these years, my story won't work. I'm not a good fibber.)
Anyway, "Leslie," my Wollmeise-freak friend told me that I couldn't tell anyone on the blog that I scored this hank until she told me it was safe to do so. Her reasoning was that she has had to stay up late at night and into the early morning hours trolling the internet and fighting other Wollmeise freaks off in order to score a particular colorway and she didn't need any competition. (She gets hers at the Loopy Ewe and at the Wollmeise site.) Now that she got that particular coveted hank and one for me, a superwash sock yarn in the Indisch Rot colorway, she told me while we were stitching our balls last weekend, that I have the all-clear and can tell all, so here you go:
Looking at the hank, it is lush, the colors are vivid, and let me tell you, it's inviting as all get out. I can barely stand it, I must tear the band off and get started on some socks. Thing is, I have no idea how this stuff knits up. "Leslie" has at least 18 hanks and from what I gather, she hasn't knit up a one. Talk about being a yarn collector.
BTW: You know Drive-Thru? That pattern I made for kids? I spotted one on Ravelry knit up by an adult for herself. It looks great! I wonder if you all would be interested if I re-designed it for women?