Am beginning to suspect I am a yarn junkie. When I feel stressed, the sight, smell, and texture of yarn soothes me. And if there is a yarn store around, I always feel better when I buy some yarn. [Like Mel Gibson’s character looking for the book “Catcher in the Rye” in the movie “Conspiracy Theory.”] I look first for things like silk, bamboo, alpaca, and soft wools, but after that it is the colors that seduce me. I am a sucker for variegated yarns — always have been, even before I could do much with them. Am most fond of cool colors (blues, greens, purples), and if the colors draw me I will even buy acrylic yarn. (Gasp!) Tonight I was seduced at Michael’s by a worsted acrylic yarn called “Impeccable,” in a shade named luxury ombre. Yes, I bought it despite the name. (The photo doesn’t do it justice; it’s really more shades of green, with blue and lavender.)
And what do I do with these bindles of yarn? I make scarves. Big scarves and little, skinny scarves, all in the general pattern of alternating blocks of knit and purl. Right now I am working on one made of “baby yarn,” because I wanted something Springy. I used to feel almost guilty I rarely do more complicated stuff anymore. I do have a pair of silk handwarmers started, but they have a tendency to wait at home for when I can really pay attention to what I am doing. Scarves are generally easy to tote around with you, and the pattern is uncomplicated enough I can work on them while waiting for something, or to relax. Then a few weeks ago Crazy Aunt Purl admitted she knits mostly scarves, too, and she lives in Southern California where you rarely need a scarf. Am thinking perhaps we both knit for the process . . . for the joy of being absorbed in our task, and watching the scarf come into being. With my variegated yarns, I love watching how the colors form patterns. It’s like the “magic” of kaleidoscopes.
There are worse things to be hooked on than yarn. It’s even a practical habit. 🙂 When I begin stashing yarn behind the canned goods in the kitchen, then I’ll start to be concerned.