I’ve been staring at this blank page. Where to start.
(Maybe if the yarn weren’t all in hanks. But it is. And I am too tired to wind it up into balls.)
But still. All these glorious, glorious yarns and colors. And a thank you to Dianne’s husband for running out to their truck for my Waterfalls Elegant hank from their stock. Where to start.
I tell you, it’s going to be a very fun year.
I got to see Lisa and Rod, so dear to me for so many years, and Sheila. Dianne. The folks at Blue Moon. Karen at Royale Hare, Melinda and Tess at Tess. I got to meet the folks at Malabrigo: to my surprise, I found myself in a conversation in French at one point, but we all spoke yarn. And I got to see so many, many friends who were simply walking around trying to take it all in, too.
To Jasmin‘s brother Sam, who pushed me today, sparing my hands and arms for knitting, Michelle and I plan to get that manufacturing cream on Monday–you earned that chocolate torte! (Recipe in comments, actual cake forthcoming.) Thank you!
And I have now held an actual vicuna-blend hank of hand-dyed gorgeousness, 15% vicuna and still in the qiviut-ic stratosphere. Which is a good thing. Pay those South American ranchers well. Shear a wild vicuna, save a vicuna by making it worthless to poachers, save a species–well done, Peru!
And someday I will afford some and knit some. (No, new skeins, that wasn’t a sheep shot.)