Christine, the crossing guard at my son’s elementary school doesn’t knit. Her grandmother did, and Grandma’s friend ran a yarn store years ago.
What happens to yarn when a yarn store closes? It sits in bags in someone’s basement for years, and eventually ends up in the hands of … me.
Last week, Christine gave me two large bags of yarn. Much of it is odd balls of basic wool and nice acrylic, but I also have a sweater’s worth of natural color worsted weight acrylic, and the big prize, a sweater’s worth of dk weight black alpaca! My daughter wants a shawl with this, but it’s MINE!!!
And today, Christine gave me a 3/4 completed Icelandic style yoke sweater, in bulky wool. No pattern, but there’s enough pattern figured out that I can easily finish it off, or rip just the yoke and make a new pattern. If no one in the house wants it, I’ll submit it for a silent auction somewhere.
And another friend heard of some of my other stress and mailed me a box of pretty wool top to spin. My hands will be plenty busy, if I ever have any down time!
