It's been a real, long while since I had a serious visceral reaction to some yarn. Since I swooned and squealed and Had To Have It!!! I thought that maybe I was a little burned out. To much knitting on demand and not for my own pleasure. That is, until last Sunday.
There I was, minding my own business, working at The Point and labeling some yarn, when I encountered a bag of Claudia's Hand Painted Silk. Oh, I had labeled the fingering weight sock yarn easily enough. No temptation there. "I don't even knit socks!" I thought silently, calmly putting all of the lovely yarn on display.
Then, from an assorted bag of 24 colors, came this baby. I mean I yelped, people! I squealed in delight. I brought the poor skein up to my cheek (an action that, frankly, I deplore in others) and then I hid the yarn behind the desk, in case any one else should see it and then I'd have to fight them for it.
And so, I bought that skein of 1,100 yards of 100% Silk lace yarn on the spot, not being able to be apart from it for even one more moment, and I DON'T EVEN KNIT LACE! Nope. Not a stitch.
This cannot be a shawl, folks. It just can't. I won't be able to do it. I may become a slightly wide stole-type thing in a nice 4 or 6 row lace repeat with a lot of purl rows. Something dreamy and luxurious just for yours truly. Oh, man. I can't wait.