The other day I was walking to the market for lunch when suddenly every bone in my body was urging me to stop, lie down on the sidewalk and take a nap. My eyelids were heavy and the warm concrete beneath my feet looked so inviting and divine. I never thought I would think that taking a nap in the middle of the sidewalk would ever be so tempting. Maybe when I was little I took naps on the sidewalk, but that must have been after hours of bike riding and sidewalk chalkin’ and (most likely because I was a weird kid) eating grass. Did you ever eat grass? I have a distinct memory of lying underneath a trampoline eating grass because I wanted to be a cow. Grass underneath a trampoline is probably the most nutritious of grasses because they’re safe from trampling feet. Additionally, the trampoline provides coverage from the ever watchful eyes of adults who frown upon grass/bark/twig/bug eating.
That tangent has nothing to do with knitting, I know. The important thing that I want you take home from this post is that I recently procured a mother-fiber-load of yarn. Couple of birthday presents:
From a friend: Handspun and dyed wool from Snowberry Studio Yarns on Lopez Island. Probably going to turn this into a chunky cowl of sorts.
From the sister: A skein of Tiny Annapurna in Coral Reef from A Verb for Keeping Warm in the Bay Area. I see a beanie in it’s future.
From myself: I got me a whole box of yarn. Because I deserve it and because I have big plans for a couple of sweaters. Holly aka sillylittlelady and I are about to venture into a knit-a-long. We’ve both been admiring Aidez for a long time and finally decided that we needed to do this. now. Thus I have begun:
I still don’t own a ball winder and I honestly have no free time to go to a yarn store to use theirs. So I will be using my overturned chair and kitchen utensil method to wind 11 hanks into semi decent center pull balls. You may think that this is a horribly bad and tedious thing. But I assure you it is not. I wound one hank and it was the most personally rewarding thing I’ve done all week. It put a smile on my face. I knit a swatch and I felt even more accomplished. It’s really the little things that get me excited…even if it is eating grass.