Remember this yarn? I want to work with it so very much. It calls to me and it is driving me batty. I decide what it is going to be and then, when I am ready to start, it changes its mind.
I thought about making a sweater for my granddaughter. I thought how cute a shortie sweater would be in the lovely Yellow Clara on the right. The idea died a natural death in my mind when I saw that gorgeous ball of Kureopatora. I thought oh well, a Shalom. The two skeins look magnificent next to each other. Sadly this isn't really a kids yarn, certainly not the Clara. It is too softly spun for an energetic 5 year old in school. For everything else, the yarns are magnificent, but it is a lot of bright yellow.
Make no mistake. I love that yellow but then if you go back through this blog, the fact that I have curtains with dandelions on them in my bedroom and a yellow checked couch in my livingroom, is a dead giveaway. I love yellow and I always have. I remember a dress I had in grade nine. I loved that yellow dress then and if I had it still, and it still fit, I would totally wear it now.
I have thought about making a Daybreak. I have thought about doing a brioche cowl and trying one of the many new patterns that there are for that technique. Just yesterday I thought of a Collonnade Shawl. And just this morning, while writing this post, the Matchmaker Cowl.
And in each and every case, by the time I woke next morning, the idea had changed. The yarn, sits there on my table, staring at me. It wants to be knit. I want to knit it. What is the problem? Why can't we get together? It is staring me in the face and I have no answers.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, my hands are cold. They ache. It's a bit of arthritis perhaps, or perhaps just age, but if it weren't for my nice warm coffee cup to curl my hands around, I don't know how I would type.
I know what I really would like to knit (yellow yarn). I know what I am knitting (socks and a sweater). I know what I really need to knit (Handwarmers and a sweater that I am not quite sure of. No, not the sweater I am working on).
Until I decide, or till it is time to go start the chores of the day (bread and finishing tidying the spare room), I am going to sit here with my nice warm freshly ground Ethiopian coffee in my Tim Hortons cup from long ago when they were Canada's best coffee, and I am going to think hard about brilliant yellow Clara and bright sunny Kureopatora.
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