A really nice braid of roving arrived in the mailbox recently, from the Twisted Fiber Art club I wasn't supposed to join this fall:
I really love the colours and its name - Amsterdam - and I love that it's Polwarth wool, and I hope I don't find myself spinning it like a madwoman so I can knit up one last bulky gift cowl. It could happen, but it wouldn't be pretty.
I also loved the tiny little sample of 'Candy Floss' from the other colourway stream. Not for me, astonishingly, but for another person I know who would absolutely love this colour combination.
I know, right? So unusual for me to think of somebody else when I look at yarn, especially when I'm already worn out doing that from necessity because Christmas is so close. I knew what to do though, and I did it, because at the end of the day that's what I'm about.
Doing what I must, I mean. Not endless earbud pouches! though that too does seem to be the case...
If only I could transform the Amsterdam into something viable as quickly. Hope your day has some little victories too and I'll see you tomorrow.