Months ago my friend Stew passed two huge boxes of yarn on to me. The contents were mostly acrylic, and sat in my basement waiting to be put to use. Turns out lucky that the calls to the charity-knitting coordinator went unanswered, because I was able to respond to the Critter Knitters Coalition's request for yarn donations for the Knit-outs Liz is planning. Saturday night I culled through the rejects that didn't make the NY cut, wanting to consolidate before the recycling pick-up ~ and before guests arrive ~ and I found these tiny bits of actual wool:
Granted, they are timeworn and were in fact tossed after I documented them, yet how beautifully practical and quaint these threads were. Only one bore a price tag on the back: $.05. Today, if we don't save the sample threads that come with some woolens, we are out of luck if we need darning supplies. Aren't we?
For anyone awaiting a post-fulling shot of the French Market bag, here tis. She's done and dried and rather dandy. Since I'm flush with bags of all shapes and sizes (and materials), I believe I'll gift this on to the friend who coordinated our vacation last month, where I began knitting this item.
I'm glowing green with envy down here for my friends who'll make Maryland this weekend. It's not that I need any more yarn ~ I've noted before I've got stash to last years ~ but I want to play Spot the Blogger! However, my boss said (justifiably, and weeks ago) he expects his director of communications to attend the biennial forum that this year falls April 30-May 1, and that is I, alas. I do plan to knit while listening to architects address regionalism in the context of architectural design, and I'd better not hear any complaints about it.