Warning: this post can cause a yarn orgasm – I’m just saying!
Get something to drink. This will take a while.
I loves me the yarn! Y’all know I don’t even have to have a reason to buy yarn, I just buy for the same reasons I buy CDs and books – I’m a little obsessive about those things that I am interested in.
One of the activities we had was a secret pal swap. We filled out a survey and it was sent to our swap partner so they could get us something from $20 -$25 and we were to exchange our gifts at dinner. My swap partner (Lynn) mentioned she wanted ‘knit jewelry’ – decorative stitch markers – so I headed over to Etsy and In Stitches and Sunnshine and purchased the following:
She got stitch marker bling! Maybe a dozen and a half stitch markers that could go on all sizes of needles. I was worried she wouldn’t like them, but she did.
On my survey, I said the only thing I was really interested in was…come on, now, take a guess, YARN. I said I would probably like either sock yarn cuz I never buy it or perhaps a natural fiber like a bamboo, or chunky weight because I don‘t have enough of that. So I was imagining I would get one, maybe two, little skeins of yarn because it’s supposed to be $20. We were sitting at dinner – this is Lynn sitting across from me. When the time came to exchange gifts, I pulled out this pitiful looking plastic bag. Lynn, on the other hand, pulls this out:
As I explained to Mr. Honey that evening on the phone – at no time did the words ‘tote’ or ‘bag’ enter my survey (I went back and checked) I mentioned yarn – and it was supposed to be just $20. This is the yarn tote (that’s it’s name!!) made of corn husks and purchased from Wal-Mart. Now, I would clean Lynn’s car with my tongue just because she got me another tote bag – but
there was something inside it:Let’s all say it together: YUUMMMMYYY! So, now not only would I clean the car – but I’d throw in the tires, too.
So, the night we arrived in St. Louis, we had an appointment to go to a LYS. I did not go. Yarn stores are not my thing-even as much as I love yarn – I tend not to want to spend a lot of money. I go t0 my LYS because I can get bamboo needles on the cheap. That first night, I spent the fours hours to myself finishing my hat, watching reruns of NCIS, and rolling around the king size bed in my hotel room.
But the next morning…the owner of Knitorius opened her shop early for us and she had some coffee (which I don’t drink) juice (which I do and did) and some of the best pastry I ever had. She also had a 15% discount on all our yarn purchases. I thought to myself I would buy maybe one little skein of yarn just so I can say I was a good sport and while everyone else was downing acrylic I would stay above the snobbery and purchase a natural fiber.
So I put this in my cart:
The room in the back of the store has all the clearance yarns (they were nice enough to tell us that, but I have a feeling they may hide it from the general public unless forced.)
I don’t know what you see: but I see a nice trim to a hat or pair of gloves or a shawl. It’s ribbony and soft. So, there, I should have been done. But then I sat down in the back room to finish off my hat and talk to some of my peeps and there was this cute little basket of hand dyed yarn from a local fiber artist. Her label says – get this – dyeabolical yarn – isn’t that cute? There was a color scheme that caught my eye and before you know it – my first ever potential purchase of sock yarn was in my basket. It made the cut and here it is:
I should now be done…officially finished. Not only did I buy yarn at a LYS, I purchased a skein of yarn (albeit 200 yard +) for $24 and it was sock yarn – every yarn commandment I have, broken in one luscious, colorful ball. I should have left the store and gotten in the van… and that’s what I started to do – except on the way I passed these: 400+ yards of natural fiber for just $15 each. It was all I could do just walk away with these two cuz there were about 4 in the basket in some beautiful colors and I settled for these two – with no idea what I’m going to make with them, but I am almost certain it will involve a cable.
We’re not quite done yet. On the way back to Chicago, we had a White Elephant yarn swap. You put a skein of the most hideous yarn you own in a bag and put it in the pile and you select another bag someone else thinks hold the most hideous yarn they own. I did not take a photo of my hideous yarn – and it was bad – but I did take a photo of what passes for hideous to someone else – and when you see it, you’ll know right away why I am the most excited about getting it (no, it’s not Caron by the Pound or I Love This Yarn – that would have been too good): Fun Fur – in a color I already own..and a really cute skein of some other eyelash yarn. This photo does not do it justice. It is black with sparkliness in it. Again, I see cuffs to a black pair of gloves and Fun Fur scarves sell like hotcakes at our craft sales.
So here is the family portrait of my St. Louis yarn family:
Happy family – Nice Trip