These lovely skeins of Merino Frappe were found at my doorstep this evening as I wandered home from a long day of driving. Who would be so kind to send something so delicious? And in such a gorgeous color? None other than Stuntmother, the blogger who introduced me to knitting and its theraputic benefits. What a wonderful, wonderful present to find for my birthday. Stuntmother, I thank you from the very bottom of my heart. These skeins shall make a capelet, and I shall name it after you. Oh! I am in love with wool!
And then! For turning 27, I was graciously rewarded with four skeins of GORGEOUS Mohair yarn, thanks to my mother--Madame Fritz. She purchased it at a quaint yarn store, along with some other tools. As you can see, I have begun a simple shawl, and it will be enhanced with ladder yarn throughout, to give it a diaphanous, fuzzy look. And where will I wear it? On the beach. At night. In September. ON MY HONEYMOON.
Nota Bena: Mohair is goat hair. It comes from the Angora goat, not to be confused with Angora, which comes from fluffy bunnies, or cashmere, which DOES come from a goat, but only the stomach of a goat. Who wants to try that for a living?
Anyway--THANK YOU, Madame Momma Fritz! I am knitting away, and really enjoy working with such lovely fabrics.
And here is one ball of my varigated wool. It's probably going to make its way into a cardigan, if I ever figure out how to actually knit in the round.

DISCLAIMER: This WAS an insightful/mundane/attempt-to-be-amusing blog. I fear it will become a knitting blog. I do not mean to disappoint my readers, but I am currently obsessed. I'm in a pit of needles, patterns, yarns, hopes and dreams. Forgive me--I'll return, soon. I hope.

So does Michael.