Cone Yarn

Thursday at knit group, Ingrid told us of a Big  Yarn Sale.  She had only sketchy details, but knew it was taking place in Collingwood from Nov 10 - 18.  It sounded like a liquidation sale - I was curious.

I messaged a weaving friend from Collingwood via ravelry to ask  if she knew of the sale.  Turns out she did. A local 'production weaver' is downsizing and selling off her yarns at 75% below retail.

Now what's a girl to do?

Five cones is all I bought.

 Two, off-white wools and one white, boucle, knit-a-long yarn. Lucette's TDGSY jacket  was the pattern on my mind Saturday as I went shopping for the white yarns.

The small cone of rust boucle I thought  might work as a tag-a-long coupled  with the off- whites.  Once home, though. I realized it is too dark for the mono-chromatic look the sweater demands.

The last item I spotted was the large cone of green tweed.  Resistance was futile.  With a  life- time supply of green yarn,  what fun I could have teasing my friend Nicki.  She  is sick of seeing me in green and keeps insisting I branch out colour-wise.

Wilma emailed to say she had gone to the sale but was disappointed.  She thought the yarns looked old, dated and had a 'too-long-in-storage' smell to them.  She passed.

Today, to take  the picture for this post, I took all cones out of the bag and set them on the desk.   Wilma is right.  There is a certain, not-very-pleasant  'eau-de-storage' about them. 

But for $22,  no tax, on a dark, grey, Saturday afternoon,  I had a fun hour fondling fibre.   So  my way of looking at it is  --"Bargain if I never use it".  Or     "I've spent it in worse ways."    Or   "They're  printing it everyday."  Take your pick.  Or   my   Robert Frost's final word on the subject  -

Never ask of money spent

Where the spender thinks it went.

For no one was ever meant

To remember or invent

What he did with every cent.

My sentiments exactly.