Do not hate me because I'm weak.

You may not have noticed this when I blogged about my yarn indulgence in April on my visit to Italy. Here. The photo is captioned. My dirty secret is out.


If you read Knitty, you've probably noticed a distinct lack of novelty yarn, except in rare cases when it's just the right thing for the pattern. I don't like the stuff personally and it's one of my personal quirks that I allow to run into my pattern selection.

So please explain to me why, when I was surrounded by Italian yarn of every description, I felt compelled to add four balls of this ridiculous good-n-plenty softness to my pile? It could be attributed to peer pressure. All three of us bought our own colorway of the stuff [a peek of someone else's choice can be seen in the upper right...it makes mine look tame, don't it?].

Okay, so four balls of novelty yarn in the stash doesn't mean I've lost my mind. The fact that I am obsessed with having it knit up into a big wrap by December 15th might.

The fam [my folks, my sister and her hub and me and my hub] are gonna be on a big big boat together, and nothing says big big boat to me like a big fluffy pink and black wrap. To keep off the chill on the deck at night. To wear without concern for damage, because fretting about ruining your silk wrap would certainly squish the fun of this once-in-a-lifetime vacation, and I can't have that. To look suitably flamboyant in an environment where I am certain to feel just a titch [ha!] out of my element.

Promise you'll still love me in the morning. I'm feeling very vulnerable right now with everything on my plate, and knitting this silly thing seems to be the one no-pressure task I need to take on.

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p.s. some yarn should never be removed from the ball.
RIP novelty yarn wrap.
Born 10:30 am
Put out of its misery 8:30 pm

it'd make a really nice pair of pompoms, should I ever want to be a cheerleader for halloween, but that's about it. i believe the word is halucious.