Friday, March 12, 2010

Knitpiphany!†

Carol Jean sent yarn.

Beautiful Black Bunny yarn.




Beautifuller even than I thought it was when I first pulled it out because it's so light, so pastel, I thought I'd have to let it grow on me.§ Only there's something moody and shoreswept about it, like the faded paint on a seaside ice cream shop, and it grew like kudzu in a wet summer.^




[SUMMARY: Poetic yarn.]

It's 50/50 alpaca/wool, and a generous serving size,@ so I squish it on a daily basis and didn't know what to do with it.

Then, in my current round of blog gluttony, I ran across a lovely post with lovely pictures and a scarf that made me catch my breath.%

[SUMMARY: A pattern of melodrama.]

Perfect. It's *perfect*.#

This has never happened to me before. I'm a little dizzy.


FOOTNOTE (crossed): Have I used that title before?

FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Despite my calling her Carol Jean behind her back, I got the yarn because I'm in her Black Bunny Yarn Club, rather than because I'm her BFF. I'm not as special as I may have misled you to believe.

§FOOTNOTE (swerved): It may shock you, but I'm generally not a pastel person. For those of you scoring at home, I think the top picture is more true to colour - at least on my monitor.

^FOOTNOTE (careted): Hans agrees.

@FOOTNOTE (atted): 530 yards of fuzzy, halo'd goodness. Just right for a saint-in-waiting.

FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Some of you may have noticed swarms of comments from me, some covering posts you made months ago. That's me, catching up after the great Workicane (Workopalypse? Nine on the Workchter Scale? I'm working on it. Whatever it was, it was an unnatural disaster with gale force winds.) of O'9. The boss called last week because he had dinner with the VP who brought me on here and he asked what our (Hans and I) workload would be like so he could schedule in impending projects. "Divestitures are going to slow down this year," Randy the Veep is purported to have said. "What the HELL does that mean?" I wailed at John. "Six-day work weeks instead of seven? Only working twelve hours a day?" *ahem* Excuse me. A little vent is good for the soul. A saint-in-training can't afford to have a constipated soul.

%FOOTNOTE (percented): It's not the cleverest or the most complex or the most graceful, it's just perfect for the yarn at hand. And I *really* like it. The designer calls it "Mabel's Scarf," but I recognise a Greek key when I see it, so it's All Greek to Me.

#FOOTNOTE (pounded): I'm a perfection virgin.

6 comments:

Iron Needles said...

You know what kudzu is? And how it grows all crazy like during a wet summer? Worldly woman you are!

It was good to hear from you. And I have no idea how to tell a bobcat from a lynx.

Marin (AntiM) said...

Kudzu is legendary. I have great love for legends. Thank you, it was nice to catch up with you.

I Googled lynx and bobcat and... wow. Clearly related. A lynx may have tuftier ears, which seems counterintuitive, since that's what I always thought made a bobcat a bobcat.

In other words, I still don't know either.

meshugemoo said...

Oh, the lovliness of halo'd goodness!

I'm anti-pastel, myself but that doesn't look like the traditional "something an Easter bunny horked up" pastel. It's wonderful.

Greek! Schnort!!

Nathan said...

What a lovely scarf! The pattern truly *is* enough to take one's breath away. I vote for Greek Scarf as your next project . . . just don't take Greece present as your model for how to finish the job.

Sarah said...

Dahling, it's going to look lovely with your hair. That yarn is a very nice colour... I do love that faded-paint/seaside shop hue... one of the only pastels I wear myself.

"Constipated soul".... I have to chew on this one for a while. There is something quite profound in it.

Marin (AntiM) said...

Thank you, my dears. It's nice to have enablers in my addicted little world.

I wish you could see it in person, Moo. It's ever-so-slightly greener and greyer than it looks on my computer (someday, I swear I'll figure out that colour adjustment thing).

Easter Bunny horked up... *snarf*

Nathan, I admit to a moment of wondering if sequins and silk would work for the scarf. Prob'ly too busy. The Greek Key is so classic, so clean... what do you suppose Plato would say about modern Greece?

Constipated souls are why we need fibre, Sarah. :D