Alright I know I said I'd stop with the stash yarn but I never showed you my birthday yarn, did I?
The Incredibly Patient Mother has a spinning wheel (though I need to nudge her back towards it) and Sibling the Elder sits down and a lace shawl falls off her fingers when she stands up five minutes later. These are good women to have shopping for you when you are a bit of a yarn-a-holic. Which I might be. Perhaps.
Anyway....back to birthday wool.
My sister knows I love all things blue and teal and purple and green and such. I'm in good company, if the Sanguine Gryphon and Wollmeise updates are anything to go by--those always seem to be the first colors that sell out.
So she went in search, this sister of mine, for yarn that bore my name and was of a proper shade to fit in with the rest of my stash.
Isn't it pretty? :) Apparently, there is only one store in the United States that carries this particular type of Schaefer yarns. Others carry Schaefer Anne and other such but not Abigail. She tracked it down, called the shop and put in a special order for 2 skeins that are a gorgeous shade of blue with hints of gray. Lovely and squishy.
She also knit me a stunning shawl. (I know, I'm incredibly spoiled) But I have not been in her presence or that of a certain Cartoonist or Restaurant Man of late and I need someone with a good camera. We'll do something at Christmas probably to rectify this error.
Now, my mother is also wise in the ways of the Hedgehog. Wise mother has heard me lament--at great length--that indie dyers aren't doing black and teal combinations. Brown and teal I can find in excess but not black and teal. I'm fussy, I want black. So what did she find me for my birthday?
Blue Ridge Yarns--in black and teal. Not just pretending to be black and teal but truly and vibrantly black and teal.
No clue what I'm making yet but isn't it stunning?
She also got me some handy yarn storage. I'm sure she probably meant it for other uses as well but really, in this apartment, it's yarn storage.
Now, there are three of these, progressively smaller. And it was to my surprise not that the cat claimed them but how. She likes to sleep on top of the largest one. When she curls into a round, it's perfectly cat sized. We're still having discussions about not using ones claws on them but she's doing pretty well.
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