My friend Rose dropped by on the weekend with the unfortunate news that she's grown entirely allergic to wool (and all yarns of animal origin). This, from a woman whose diverse career path from nurse to poet/teacher included a lengthy stint making knitted goods! After our visit, I sent her away with a few skeins of acrylic I've been storing for another pal who's donating them to a charitable-knitting group -- and she left me with this:
See anything you like? Molly took a bunch of the reds after our seaming adventure, and Kim's expressed interest in the tweedy blue & brown stacked together. A cone in a favorite color is shipping out to the left coast. I've got dibs on the purple laceweight and the fuzzy green at the left, but the rest is up for grabs. Maybe I should use some of that natural stuff to lose my dyeing virginity like Kerstin?
Off to the parents' tomorrow; safe travels and happy turkey time to all!
Speaking of silly animals, here are a couple having one of the big times of their thus-far short lives yesterday . . .