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Not knowing when the next 50% off coupon might come from JoAnn.com, and needing a cranking swift pretty soon now (as soon as the new yarn is delivered, and Jennifer is able to ship off my order), and having researched enough on the Internet to know what the regular price should be, about, and needing to go down to Seattle anyway to stop at Scarecrow Video with my daughter to pick up some Doctor Who DVDs for the marathon viewing and sleepover she has planned with some friends, I checked with Weaving Works to see if they carried the type of swift I wanted, and they did, for the very fair price of $45. Sometimes, bricks-and-mortar is just right. So off we went, and now I’m the proud owner of what the Japanese manufacturer calls

Now I am invincible

Well, gosh, with that, what more could one need?

Then, off to my appointment with Marie at Main Street Yarn to see if she’d like to order some yarn, and sure enough, she did! Three skeins each of eight colorways, and I am very pleased.  She also gave me some good tips about how yarn shops buy yarn and some marketing strategies. Thank you, Marie!  And should any of you be passing through the Mill Creek, Washington, area, do stop in at the shop.  Not only is it the yarn shop closest to me, but it’s a 2007 People’s Pick Finalist for “Best Knitting, Sewing, or Crafts Shop.”

I’m very happy to have received a small shipment of yarn from my undyed yarn supplier, Jennifer at vanCalcar Acres Sheep Farm.  She will be getting a large shipment shortly, but got me some small skeins to play with now, because I couldn’t wait. The problem was that the cones these small skeins come from had knots a little too often, so a 400 yarn unbroken skein was an impossibility.  But, now I can play with the colors and see what happens, plus have some good samples with the actual yarn to take to the LYS to tempt them with. Jennifer, by the way, is a marvelously generous person not only for agreeing to sell me undyed yarn, but for giving me practical tips on dyeing.  Thank you, Jennifer! You are a Fiber Goddess!

Here’s what I’ve got so far:

Group shot

And here are some closeups:

The blues

“Well, I never felt more like singing the blues . . .”

Grapey goodness

“Purple haze, all in my eyes . . .”

Reds and pinks

“Heyo, get your watermelon . . .”

Riot of color

Two suns in the sunset . . .”

My, it’s green!

“It’s not easy being green . . .”

The bits of lyrics won’t be part of the final color names, but it’s fun to see how many color-related lyrics are out there.  I hope you like these yarns!

It’s the silence of millions of people spending the day reading, and You Know What Book, surely? Yep.

My daughter and I went down to pick up our copy this morning, and here’s a picture of her for the next few hours:

Page turner

Me, I just started my reread of #5.

Just to give this a little fiber content, I finished the Monkey socks last night, and may do some dyeing today.  What’s up for your weekend?

Has anybody seen my yarn?

I opened the bag for half a minute
Just to make sure it was really in it . . .

Just a small sort of yarn, a soft red and mauve one
It came from Peru, it wasn’t a bold one

Who in Savannah would know how to knit?
Or in a hot climate, appreciate it?

It must be somewhere. I’ll ask on the Net:
Have you seen some yarn that makes a nice pet?

With apologies to A.A. Milne

I mentioned I had bought some yarn in Savannah, two skeins of Araucania alpaca, hand dyed in purple and red.  After writing about it, I wanted to go take another look at it, but couldn’t quite think where it might be.  Not in my backback.  Not in my suitcase. Not with the traveling sock.  Not with my daughter’s stuff.  Not with the dirty laundry — in fact, not anywhere.  It was last seen (I think . . .) on the bed of the place we stayed, but an email to the management company resulted in no yarn there either.

Now I wasn’t totally wild about it when I bought it.  It was sort of a Be Polite purchase, as I had peeked in every nook and cranny of the store and the owner had given me a nice cold bottle of water.  It was a lovely yarn, with a nice soft twist and a very pretty dye job, but hadn’t leapt up and grabbed me by the throat demanding to be bought.  It was just nice, and reasonably priced, and maybe would be a scarf some day.

And now it’s gone.  Did it feel unappreciated and creep off to find a more attentive home? Is the universe trying to tell me I have too much yarn? Is there some lucky soul in Savannah who now truly believes in the Yarn Fairy?

Salady goodness 

When it’s too hot to cook, or eat a heavy meal even if I didn’t have to cook it, salad makes a great dinner.  Fortunately, the Dear Children have evolved enough that they enjoy it too!  I call this sort of salad Floofy Salad, because it’s kind of girly — none of that manly grilled steak on top, but a combination of greens, cheese, nuts, and fruit.  This one is:

mixed greens tossed with Brittany Bay Orange Blossom Vinaigrette, a very tasty local product
crumbled Laura Chenel Herb Chevre
the last half of the bag of Sahale Snacks Valdosta Blend
broiled nectarines and apricots
fresh tarragon sprinkled on top