For quite some time, this cone of yarn was the first thing that greeted me when I opened the door to the yarn stash closet. I absolutely adore the stuff.
This was purchased at a yarn tasting party and the color way is more muted than normal for me. But each of the tones is so "me" that I had to have it. I waited and waited and lost patience. So much so that I started talking to the cone and stopped waiting for it to speak to me.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?'
"What are your strengths?"
"What thrills your soul?"
"When you envision happiness, what does it look like?"
Or forever hold your peace!"
Finally, we were able to communicate, this yarn and I. We have decided to join forces and become a lacy tunic. Such a shock. Imagine it, please. Fingering yarn wanting to be a bit of open air patterning about the body. Hey, at least we are now communicating on the same wave length and united in a common goal.
This is from Artfibers and as I recall, it is Carezza. Feels fabulous to work, now that the ding dang cone of yarn has come out from its resting place and decided to play nice with me!
I digress with repressed aggression and beg your pardon, dear reader.
We are actually getting along fine, this yarn and I. We meet by the window in the afternoon light and play happily while sweet jungle screams punctuate the air.