I'm still plugging away -- rather, I'm still stitching away -- working on the class sample I mentioned getting started on yesterday. I love how, at times, I can pick up a ball of yarn and it tells me what it wants to be when it grows up. It may not happen the moment it jumps into my cart screaming "Adopt ME!!" (and who am I to say no??) -- but, eventually it does, and when that moment comes, life is good.
The only problem is that, the adopted yarn, at times, waits such a long time. Now I don't mind a long incubation period, but there comes a point when there should be a red flag that goes up -- like having an expiration date stamped on the label. Something to give warning! For if the yarn waits too long in getting it's request in to me it's too late! By the time I fall in love with it and want more, it will have been, sadly, discontinued. And this, I learned this evening, is true for the Universal Yarn Twister Space I had purchased from Herrshners just a few months back. Had I known what a joy it would be to work with this yarn, I would have ordered more! What's a gal to do?
I'll finish this class sample and turn to another yarn to console my broken heart. What's that line from the Rolling Stones? If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with?
Seriously though, why don't yarn labels come with expiration dates? Nearly everything today does, including my water.