It just wasn’t it. I only got a few rows into it but frogged it. Not soft enough. Didn’t please me.  Colors wrong. No.
Well, huh. I grabbed that Blue Moon Silkie Lagoon and began another one for one of the boys instead: one skein of teal-blue Manos Silk with it this time.
Brian’s family shared so many pictures of their older boys and ours camping in the Sierras near Lake Tahoe with the Scouts, and each one of these hats captures the colors in those photos.
I finished the third one, then, tonight at Purlescence, hanging out with my friends while my yarn had a ball. Mary retrieved the Silkie for me once, but after that I declared it free range yarn and, as long as it wasn’t going to trip anyone up, let it roll with the punches.
It wandered a little down the aisle to my side. A sweet young merino hung a strand down from its perch, Rapunzel style, and they kind of got wrapped up in each other. Hat’s off to the two–I cast off and unleashed the strands.
I’d brought with me some more Silkie, this time in a colorway Blue Moon calls “Love.” (Or called; I don’t see it on their site at the moment.)Â I picked out some superwash to match it tonight for Brian’s sisters, some red, some pink, all very soft.
I was almost to my car when Sandi came running after me. Wait! I hadn’t gotten a discount!
They insisted. They knew who it was to be knit for. They asked me to send Brian‘s family their love, too.
I walked back inside; they fiddled with the register and counted out the difference. I looked at it and grinned, “I’ve never been paid for leaving a yarn store before.”
They are such good souls there. Sandi, Nathania, and Kaye: thank you.