When the going gets tough...
Or in my case, shopping - yarn shopping, because that's what I need right now (yeah, like a hole in the head). In all fairness, some of it had been ordered in especially for me and I had to go and pick it up. Nothing too exciting, just 500g of silvery grey acrylic for my 'Cobweb' sweater, another Rain creation on the horizon, albeit a much more organised and logical one than my Olympic effort. From another source I also picked up
The middle one is unidentifed. Sue - help! Anybody, please, if you recognise it, let me know. It's navy and jade and is a bit fuzzy like a mohair, but is unbelievably soft. I know I tell you everything is soft, but this is more than that. It's sit and stroke your face, just pet it, don't want to knit with it soft. I've got 200g of it with no project in mind.
On the right, 100g Sirdar Denim Tweed (60% acrylic, 25% cotton, 15%wool) in Lipstick, 150g in Cappuccino and 150g of Sirdar Town and Country Self Patterning Sock Yarn (75% wool, 25% nylon) in Harlequin.
Incidentally, on my last yarn expedition, the unidentified pink was Denim Tweed in Pink Sorbet and the fine brown, beige and cream yarn was also Town and Country sock yarn in Chocolate Whirl.
Today's expedition (escape) also yielded an unexpected find. I moved back home 18 months ago, but prior to that had lived away for 6 years. During that time a lot of the yarn shops that used to be around had closed. I never gave it a second thought, a lot closed down prior to the recent knitting revolution. Only today, I discovered that one of them hadn't closed, just moved to the other side of the shopping centre. I was really surprised, I could beat my head against a brick wall over it. It's average priced and stocks mostly Sirdar, but apparently she does wicked sales. It was also absolutely chock-a-block full of other knitters. I have now discovered where they have all been hiding.
As nice as my excursion was, all runaways come home when they are hungry and I had to face up to my Olympic commitment eventually. Don't let the extra scribbles on my design sheet fool you into thinking I know what I'm doing now. What you didn't see was me lying on the floor drawing around my body. I can imagine any proper designers reading that with abject disbelief, but I wanted to see the exact gradient of my curves. Stop shaking your head - it made sense to me at the time. I then knuckled down to a few hours of uninterrupted knitting bliss and now have 5 inches over 238 sts. Suddenly the future is not looking quite so bleak.