When your daughter rigs your yarn cabinet to drop that yarn that you promised to make into a hood for her right on your head, it is time to fulfill that promise. So this is what I was doing this weekend.
Some time near the dawning of this knitting obsession of mine, I ordered 5 balls of Knit Picks Suri Dream to make a baby sweater for a friend. You read that right. I ordered FIVE balls for a newborn sweater. I had never heard of Malabrigo or Madelinetosh or anything other than what was available at Joann’s Craft Store. Knit Picks was my first mail order yarn experience and I fell in love with the furry softness of Suri Dream right off (it is purple, after all). I am sure that you know how the story goes. The baby sweater used less than one ball, so I made a coccoon for that same baby (to match the sweater of course), and still had over two balls left.
Not too many months passed before The Bookworm asked me for a scarf. Out came the Suri Dream and the big needles and I very smartly whipped out a luscious, fuzzy, purple, garter stitch scarf.
Now a few years later, that last ball of Suri Dream was still taking up space in the stash. I hate that yarn now that I have tasted of finer yarns, and it’s fuzziness (which I once thought of as charming and luxurious) drives me absolutely batty.
Inspiration struck me a few weeks ago when The Bookworm complained of cold ears while she rode her bike. Her scarf needs a hood. I have more of that yarn. If I were to make a hood for that scarf it would use up all of the Suri Dream and I would never have to knit with it again. I got a little excited about this idea and I told The Bookworm of my plans. She approved and it went in my mental queue.
Alas for the poor hood-to-be, I am about as fickle a knitter as any you’re likely to meet, and I promptly forgot about this idea as I moved on to other things.
Enter the yarn cabinet booby-trap that changed the course of my knitting (for this weekend, anyway). So, like a good mother/knitter, I am doing what I said I would. I am slogging on with this horrible furry yarn out of sincere love for my eldest daughter. But I have learned one thing.
I need to stop telling the kids what I am going to knit for them next. That and to watch for falling yarn when opening up the stash cabinet.