Yarn Lust

Today's suggested subject is something about some yarn used or coveted or hoarded that is particularly particular, in my opinion. Particularly.

I looked through my projects on Ravelry, and then my stash on Ravely.  First I was all....Wow!  Look what I have done!  So cool, and what progress!  Then I was.  Ohmygah.  I have so much yarn and roving I could knit myself through retirement.

Maybe.

Maybe not...though, so I shouldn't stop buying.  Just yet.  Just in case.

But I digress.  Back to yarns.

Cotton holds a special place, because I remember Momma knitting dishclothes with cotton, and it's cheap and comes in a veritable array of colors.

And I love my handspun.  I love my handspun from fiber I have processed myself.  There is something very connecting about the whole process, especially when I have met the bearer of the fleece and I become the wearer of the knitted article.  Alpaca is plentiful around my locale, and it is delightful to both spin and knit and also to wear.  Kind of a headache to process, actually.

Wool blended with a) cashmere, b) silk, c) both a &b I think knits like butter.  And I love butter!

Color-wise, I love natural colors until I start knitting with painted yarn.  I love seeing how self-striping yarn knits up between my needles.  Then I see a wonderful silvery-grey, or a rich brown, and think that's to die for.

Mostly I love bargains, and usually am fortunate enough to find my favorites often enough to feed my hobby/addiction without feeling guilty.  Mostly.

And that brings me to the two fibers I have never knitted, but would dearly love to try.  Buffalo and qiviut.  They just never go on sale.