It’s a pretty fun game; you get to castigate yourself for all of the unthinking purchases you made over the last forever of your life. This time, it is not my bitter friend and foe, squeaky acrylic, but cotton.
I got 5 colors of cotton in England. I thought they were pretty and silky and I had plans to somehow make them fun socks. (Don’t ask me how; I was without a brain at the time.) I still think they are pretty and silky and since I paid for them with pounds, I am even more unwilling to let them vanish from my stash. This is a huge problem because they become tangled messes with a mere touch.
Out of the 10 skeins purchased, the 5 colors all came with 2 skeins, I have duh-duh-da! 2 wound, unknotted balls. This hard work was achieved while watching Legally Blonde by myself... and then with Momar and Mei-Mei because they missed it.
In all, this cotton reminds me of the silk I encountered at “The Needle Lady”. A skein was purchased and then wound into a ball, but the attendant hid the center pull because this silk became nasty and knotty when pulled from the center. This cotton is nasty whichever way, but in balls... it doesn’t get to tangle with itself. Hopefully, it will be beautiful when it is knit or crocheted into something. Right now, I am just left with inventive invectives against the puffy white plants that made this yarn happen.
image courtesy of informedfarmers.com
How I curse you! I curse and curse you!
