I happened to be nosing around at the yarn store the other day, by myself, and saw this skein of purple wool just begging to be bought. Most of the fun in shopping at a yarn store is the tactile rewards. Each ball of fluff, sheep rabbit and otherwise holds great potential, but you must feel them first. You never know if a lovely red tweed is steel wool in disguise unless you take the time to squeeze it. I was busy debating between the white and purple when I overheard a few funny comments.
two couples peek in the door and you hear the women say, " Oh it will probably be an hour or so, you can walk around.
Men- An HOUR? How big is this shop, it wouldn't take an hour!
Ladies- Oh just come in with us.
Men-I don't know If I want to stay here that long.
Ladies- Oh, no no no we wont take that long just come in with us....
Men-(loud grousing)
Another elderly man who was dragged in without his consent looked around several times and then whispered something to his wife. She didn't hear what he said and made him repeat it three times. He was saying, "If men knit then why doesn't this shop have anything for men on display?" Her reply I imagine was accompanied with an eye roll. It went like this. "Well, more women knit!"
I decided on the purple after three more passes. Its my version of hunting. Stalk...wait...look uninterested..then POUNCE! It has been drug off to my cave and cast on my needles, quickly being turned into a short sleeved girls sweater.
What for? I don't even know. Perhaps a Christmas present or a give away. The finished project should be finished in a week so keep your eyes peeled for a picture!