Wednesday, April 17, 2013
With my hand on my heart and my tongue in my cheek, I do solemnly swear that I am becoming a yarn snob. As a kid, I just wanted enough yarn of the same weight to crochet afghans for my brother. They were virtually all the same: big beige blobs with holes for his toes. He loved them even though he was never warm in them.
Having taken advice of my friends, I have gone to my favorite thrift store and procured a couple of sweaters of soft yarn ... as an alternative to buying yarn in a skein.
It has been a mixed blessing. I have so far wasted fifty cents (yep, that is $0.50) on two (count 'em two - one, two) sweaters. Both are Land's End and one hundred percent (yay!) cotton.
Actually, one of the sweaters is now three balls of yarn. The other sweater is in pieces in my den.
I had no idea it was so hard to unravel a sweater and get a decent amount of yarn off.
These will be turned into baby caps for the hospital (crochet in one night) ... I am going in search of my old patterns - the ones I used to look at and lust over - and see if there isn't something easy to knit.
I DID find a local mentor. Every Saturday morning at her church she has her own group of women. It is a drop in thing. Soon, I will attend with a book in one hand, a huge bag of needles, more needles, and yet more needles, and some yarn, and a song in my heart.
Unraveled never felt so good.
(pictures pending on the yarn ... forgot about it when I started my project)