On Unusual Yarn
Sari Silk Yarn is a cacophony of bright colors spun from the fibers of recycled saris. It’s beautiful in ball/skein form, but though I’ve had a ball in my stash for ages, I’ve had trouble figuring out what to knit up. After much Ravelry browsing, I settled on a bias knit scarf.
I can’t decide if it’s a beautiful riot of color, or if it looks like a clown threw up.
It doesn’t help that the texture of the yarn changed dramatically halfway through the ball, from a thick, bright yarn with a little bit of fuzz here and there to, well, fun fur. Observe:
It’s not even a gradual transition. On the left, there are well-defined, fat stitches. On the right, there’s mad fuzziness.
So yes. Beautiful, or clown vomit?
I’ve thrown it in a drawer until I’m sure.
Meanwhile, I’ve begun my first sock!
It is sock one of Monkey, and it feels good to be knitting again. Still, it comes with a little guilt. Does any other jack-of-all-trades crafter feel that way? When I’m knitting, I feel bad about the embroidery project languishing beside me; when I’m embroidering, my mind is on the dress sitting half-sewn in the back room. There’s not enough crafting hours in the day.
Also, I can’t find my drawing pens. There’s always something I can’t find.