In the yarn shop

Finished the first Michelin Man sock the other day, and started the next. Fuzzy, discontinued Shetland is not what I need for a Knitty sock, though, so I headed for the local yarn shop. For the longest time the folks there looked at me as if I were shoplifting...as if I could stash a few 50 gram balls of yarn in my bra with no one the wiser! The place is tiny (a big yarn shop is called a department store...), with good variety and all of it expensive.

And what's the deal with 50 gram balls anyway? They measure out at about 100 yards...I guess you aren't supposed to ouch so loud when you see the $10.00 price tag. But that's what's out there and if the world knits with nice yarn, then so must I. One of the trials (perks?) of being a designer. "But honey, Knitty wouldn't be caught dead recommending Red Heart Wintuck to its readers..."

So I found some beautiful plum merino/bamboo (bamboo?) blend that I can't wait to get my sticks into. No fuzz, no itch, soft as a cloud. I wonder if the world is discovering plant fibers anew? There's bamboo, and soy silk...and I seem to recall that the Japanese make cloth out of kudzu. Kudzu yarn? I'd buy some just for the laugh factor :)