(A Shel Silverstein quote.)

Do not start a major project in intarsia at night when you have cataracts. Cataracts decrease the amount of blue you can see.

This afternoon I found myself suddenly needing, couldn’t tell you why, to doublecheck on my kilogram of the background color I was working with.

All there was was what was right there. Two big balls, one on each side of the river.

But that can’t possibly be!

It was.

I went through everything, stepped away awhile to take a deep breath, and then went through everything again.

Well but I could…

…That wouldn’t look great and you know it.

Well I…

It took me four hours to realize that even though I was sure Colourmart was sold out of it from their sale, maybe they actually weren’t? I absolutely hadn’t been going to buy any more yarn right now, but…

That, and, I checked out my Purchase History. Yup. That color. Two.

They did, they had one single 150 gram cone of the Willow left and I ordered it immediately, twisted to an 8-ply again. Measuring what I have and the length I’ve gotten out of them, I should be able to adapt the design and make it work out–but I may have to overdye a particular stash yarn in hopes of getting the shade I want to go with it, and if that doesn’t work I’ll let the much darker one I have be good enough.

But that kilogram? I do, I have it. It’s just in a lighter much brighter shade. The one I thought I was starting with, and the Willow was supposed to be the middle third at most of the afghan.

Somehow, the thought kept coming back to me again and again as I was trying to take all this in: And someday you’ll be glad of this.

Which means it will all work out, because of course it has to.

I took this photo this afternoon and then all I got done was my minimum two rows because I was halfway through the second one when I suddenly needed to go doublecheck and and and.