The yarn for Mariah is here -- I fear that resistance is futile. I wound one ball last night, but I'm NOT going to cast on until I finish my Dad's socks and my Scrapbuster Spirals. Shut up! Am not!
There it is: Briggs & Little Regal in brown heather. It doesn't quite have flecks of different colours, but there are tiny bits of green, red, blue, and gold fibres here and there. And twigs. And the distinct smell of barn. Beautiful. Anyway, I want to knit Mariah without a hood, and once I realized that I had a hell of a good acronym on my hands with that, I knew I'd be casting on sooner than later. And now the yarn is here. I am powerless.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005