Friday, October 19, 2007

Stash Enhancement

How does the saying go? The first step in dealing with your problem is to recognize you have a problem... Well, here goes. My name is Donna and I'm a Yarnaholic. Look what I just scored yesterday:
It would have been worse/better if I got there last week, when there was more to buy. You see, a very nice lady who lives about 40 minutes away from me was selling most of the yarn in her stash. She wanted to get rid of it, so she priced it at $1 a skein. I know, crazy. All great stuff. Clockwise from the bright red is as follows: Tahki Soho Bulky Tweeds 100% wool in red and pink which looks like it will make up some fabulous mittens; Katia Ingenua which is 78% mohair, 13% polymide and 9% wool which will be a shawl of some yet to be determined pattern; all that big bulky Marokko is 100% wool and will find its way to a Twinkle's Big City Knits pattern; the cute Skol Norwegian wool for some worsted weight socks; the mystery ball of Malabrigo which just needed to come stay at my house; the tweedy purple Grignasco - 80% wool, 20% alpaca which I might be able to eek out a caplet for daughter #2; 10 balls of Katia Bremen Dos - 40% acrylic, 30% wool and 30% polymide for an Anthropologie inspired capelet; Welcomme Rainbow, a mohair blend for a scarf; and 2.5 balls of purple Tahki Morocco, a wool and mohair blend for I don't know yet. $33 - shocking. The funny thing is, I'm headed off to Rhinebeck tomorrow to buy more. Don't think I'll be finding bargains like these though! I'll actually be there Sunday instead of Saturday, because I need to help mom sell the house, which just so happens to be 15 minutes away from the fairgrounds, in Redhook. Dad is now in a nursing home near me (L.I.) and she'll be looking for an apartment in this area so we have lots of things to handle for her. The lady that was selling the yarn had a children's sweater making business that as she put it, "Just died", and she needed to free herself of most of her yarns to try to get her knitting mojo back. Now remember I said she was 40 minutes away? That's not close by for Long Island standards, but there I was anyway. I told her I've been doing a ton of knitting lately sitting next to dad at the "Care Center" and she asked me where he was. When I told her the name, she told me she knows the owners very well! She went on and on about what wonderful, kind and caring people they are. I really needed to hear that because I had been worried about him. I really felt that something made me go all the way there to hear that, aside from all the wonderful yarn I got for next to nothing.
The older I get the more I really believe in things happening for a reason.
By the way, the black paw on the right won't be in any future projects, it's attached to Lola, my Portie.