Filed under: Knitting a Gift
The Bababerry that was a dry-looking stick a few weeks ago. The grower’s description, here.
So I have someone I need to knit for, and I’d settled on a type of yarn that I thought would work well but not a color. I’d narrowed it down pretty much to two.
They were cones of silk from Colourmart2.com and still in the thick plastic bags they’d come in.
I hesitated and finally ripped open the one on the left and tucked it into a ziploc with needles for an errand where I was likely to have to sit and wait awhile. Colourmart’s bags are more bug proof than mine and I like keeping the yarn in them till I’m ready to set it to needle, so, this was supposed to end my inner debate once and for all.
It did, actually: the instant that thing was open I felt a surprising pang of disappointment–but I ignored it and kept getting it ready for my errand, where, it turns out, I did not have time to knit a single stitch. And the longer I carried that cone around the more certain I was.
Well then. Now I finally knew: the other one is the one. Clearly.
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