Hi everyone – it's guest blogger time again! I just wanted to thank our wonderful friend Gabby, who is one of the nicest, most generous knitters I know! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! A few weeks back - before the big move and the flying to Boston for a wedding craziness that has been my life for the last month – Gabby brought the most beautiful sock yarn to Pub Knitters group in Dana Point. It’s a special edition Lorna’s Laces in Rainforest color way. It has the most gorgeous shades of purple, turquoise blue and apple green (my current favorite color combo!). I’m not ashamed to say I about swooned over that yarn. Well, Gabby being Gabby, couldn't help but notice how I loved it and she gifted it to me last night. I’m flabbergasted that she would give such a gorgeous yarn away, but I’m so happy she did! It’s just stunning and I’m eagerly searching for THE pattern. It has to be just right, the pattern that shows off the colors to perfection. I know this is a bit weird, but I have a theory about hand painted sock yarns. Each hank wants to be something special. I’ll swatch it many times before I finally decide which pattern is the right one. I can never seem to say – oh, Monkey Socks – I’ll do those in the awesome sock yarn I got from wherever. The patterns don’t speak to me so much as the yarn does. The yarn knows what it wants to be and it’s my job to figure out what it wants. Does anybody else feel this way?
Ok, well, I have to say – visiting New England sure did put me in the mood to knit! The long hot sticky California summer did not help my stash reduction plans at all this year. The minute I got off the plane, I was thinking about beautiful aran sweaters to wear out “leaf peeping”. Not like I would be there when the leaves were worth peeping at, but still. There is just something about the cool crisp nights and warm sunny days of early fall back home. The fantasy of knitting and wearing beautiful sweaters to keep you warm and toasty – AHHHH! I felt a little wistful boarding the plane to come home. I will knit that fabulous aran sweater one day. Even though I know I’ll probably only wear it when I visit Vermont or Massachusetts when it’s cold. I’ll even pose for a picture with a maple tree flaming with gorgeous color in that sweater. Someday I will…..”sigh”.
I leave you with this photo of the sun setting in my sister’s yard in Vermont on the night of my niece’s wedding. Gorgeous, isn’t it?