Gifts from the PO

I got mail today. I love getting mail. It makes me feel important, wanted. Like someone in the world feels I am worthy of love and envelopes.

Even if that person is me. KnitPicks had a 15% off sale last week, which was an amazing thing for a multitude of reasons. One, yarn was cheaper. Two, I need about 1200 yards for the sweater I want to make for myself. Three, yarn was cheaper. Four, I needed yarn for Christmas gifts. Five, yarn was cheaper. Six, there's some semi-expensive yarn I wanted for one of my mother's Christmas gifts (or possibly New Year's. Depends on if it's too hot to knit in the Caribbean -- that's a different story). Seven, yarn was cheaper.

You can smell the wool and burning hole in my pocket in the air.

Obviously, I found this the perfect excuse to buy a metric crapload of new yarn. Anyone who thinks this was a bad move can let the door close behind you on the way out. Have a great day, but don't enter this place again. We don't want your kind here, mostly because we don't think you would have a good time among us bad-decision makers.

The prized new stash item is these two skeins of Chroma Fingering Weight, in Lake Front. It will become a shawl in the future, probably Gail (aka Nightsongs) by Jane Araújo. My mum likes green and other colors, and she likes lakes, and she likes leafy things. She's into gardening. So, I think and hope she will like this.

I do love my mom though. She always appreciates knitted things.

 

Second up is three skeins of Palette Fingering Weight in Coriander Heather.  This will become something for my aunt. My aunt is classy, modern, fashionable. I have no earthly idea what to make for her. I'm going home for this weekend and I'm hoping my mother will be able to help me with this

I also have 10 skeins of Palette in Ivy, which will eventually become St. Brigid by Alice Starmore. I've chosen to try and pursue an Alice Starmore pattern because I quite obviously hate myself. Evidence that further supports this is that I was looking at it and thinking: I could totally knit the body partially in the round.

I think I might actually die of knitterly angst.

Thankfully, my adventures in Starmore probably won't be started until after I finish Silken Dreams by Sandra McIvers. My mother bought me a book full of swirl jacket patterns last month, out of the goodness of her heart, and also because I told her I would make her one. I don't have yarn for it, because I also told her she could pick it out. I'm not telling her which jacket I'm making though. That is a surprise.

I'm kind of hoping that I haven't told her I have a blog yet. That would ruin the surprise. I don't think I have, or at least I don't think I've told her the name. We'll see.