"Whatever shall we do in that remote spot? Well, we'll write our memoirs. Work is the scythe of time." --Napoleon Bonaparte, on his way into exile.

Friday, October 22, 2004

Dear Italy

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It's not bad enough that you create beautiful women for the rest of us to be compared to unfavorably, noooo. Nor that you give us gorgeous hand-crafted high-heeled shoes to pain our feet. Oh, no. No, much worse -- you create yarn that I lust after, yarn I couldn't possibly afford to use for a sweater (and I don't want another scarf, so there)! You make this yarn in a rainbow of colors and your blue catches my eye, a fine, bright blue, 3-stranded merino yarn wrapped with black nylon thread that knits up 3.5 stitches to the inch, which would help me finish a sweater in record time, but noooo, cruel CRUEL Italy, you have foiled me again.

At $9 a skein, you have chosen to put only 55 yards on a skein. Grrr.

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The project above the cursed Italian yarn is E's Christmas hat, which needed part of another skein of (yet more) 12 year-old Rowan yarn, still to be wound. And since I can't have E help me wind it (that would give away the whole surprise of the gift), I had to get creative. Tess is a little young yet to help me wind.

I'm sure someone else has thought of this...


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