Last night at Purlescence, I got to the end of a long row on the shawl I was working on and didn’t want to start another before quitting time; a good excuse to browse the shop a bit.
There was some Blue Moon Peru I’d seen before that I’d never really paid much attention to. I was going to buy laceweight, and at 500 yards/8 oz, this was anything but. Yeah, I did like that blues skein at the front, but that Rooster Rock–what was it about it? It kept leaping into my hands–cautiously, because there were little things right there to snag that one skein in its spot if I weren’t careful.
Maybe being protective of the yarn contributed to the feeling. Dunno. Three times I picked it up, unsnagging it gently from the display case; twice I put it back. That heavier stuff was just not what I had come for. The blue one, I held it out in the light just once, eh, nah, even though I quite liked its denimness. There–I put them both behind me and went and found the completely different yarn I thought I wanted, a buffalo blend in purple, around the corner. And that was that.
And yet.
I went back.
Huh.
It’s not the gauge I wanted to work with. That bit of graygreen in one area I would never have chosen, although I like the rusts and the earthy purples. It IS deliciously soft; but ohmygoodness, so was that buffalo, most emphatically.
All I know is, that skein has nothing to do with me. It has everything to do with…I have not a clue who yet. But it wanted to dance for joy in my hands in sheer anticipation, enough to part me from the price of it, and I thought of Marguerite’s cashmere. (She is doing well now, thanks.)
And now I want to run go knit it up so I will be ready–again–to find out why at the right moment.
Just let me go quick finish up this last bit of Casbah Topaz first….