Tales of Fiber in the Northwest

Deadlines are our friends.The thumb on the second Maggie mitten was finished in the airport the morning we left for Seattle.


I reiterate: I work well under pressure.

They were well-received, too. They fit perfectly, and were only taken off when it was realized that they greatly inhibited the fine motor skills.

The birthday sweater made an appearance. Wow, is that kid cute. I could make the ugliest sweaters ever, and those kids would make them look tres chic.

Mom
"helped"
"knit" my sweater. There's something in that North-western air that allowed her a few lucid knitting moments. Aww, who am I kidding. It looks convincing, though, doesn't it?

Despite a rousing game of Pass the Plague, we did get to do a little yarn shopping on the Thursday after Christmas. We tried to go to Wooly Monkey (how perfect would that have been?) but they were out of business. We did hit Kirkland Yarn & Stitchery, where I picked up two skeins of Dale Baby Ull. One is a nice, soft, light blue. The other was a delightful, unusual berry-magenta in the store, which turned into a fairly everyday red once I got it home. Such, as they say, is life.

I really liked Great Yarns in Everett, though. We were a little hesitant to go there, since they'd been cranky to Morgan in the past. However, we must have charmed them with our large, noisy group of yarn shoppers, because they were super nice when we went. They basically had a nice big house with rooms stuffed with yarn... lots of yarn. Nice yarn. I picked up a ball of Malabrigo in muted sea greens (mittens?), and a ball of Monarch Fly Super Sport handpainted sock yarn in dark dark dark teal (ooooooo-pomatomus).