When you're around so much yarn, you get jaded. I mean, when there's just so much around you, you eventually become indifferent. Yeah, over there is the Woolmeise. Over in that corner there is the Koigu. And back there, is the Rowan.
You know I'm kidding, right?
Even though I'm not a sucker for some yarns, particularly handspun, superwash wool, super duper chunky and junky, or metallics (unless used with panache and a pointy pinky) if you give me a neat-o package with something beautifully done, maybe a little ball of something with a matching pattern that does it justice (and is portable) I will probably inhale just-so.
When you see this, I think you'll know what I mean.
When I was at TNNA the other week, I stopped by the Blue Sky Alpacas booth and nearly swooned when I saw this little ball of their Royal Alpaca and accompanying pattern for Mitini Mitts. Normally they package this yarn in larger skeins, but they had a fantastic idea to package these "petites" and sell the little balls and patterns that just take only one ball. The pattern is just amazing. You open the little booklet and in there is the pattern and a little postcard showing one of the alpacas who gave their hairs so that we can knit. (I like to say "hairs" because it always reminds me of a woman who used to come into the salon--yes, I was once a hair stylist--and plop herself down and say "I need my hairs cut. They've gotten really long. Yup, Those ones in the front, they're really pesky!")
Anyway, I've cast on for the mitts and lucky for me, I have plenty of young ladies around me who'd love a pair.
In the meantime, for those of you who are celebrating Independence Day, I hope you are safe and happy. I also hope that you don't get stuck at a community pool like the one in our neighborhood. (It's so crowded it even had a Facebook page at one time.) The other day, I had myself in such a lather over the crowds, the noise, the clueless parents who allow their babies wearing diapers into the already slimy hot tub, those who insist on filling the postage stamp-sized pool with huge blow up toys and runover the little ones, yadda yadda. Sheesh, I was so lathered up that I fantasized about stabbing the toys with my size two circulars. Lucky for me, I managed to end the day without incident.
And if you were me, you wouldn't, either. Just look at that yarn and breathe! It works *nearly* every time.