There's so little to tell. I only went to one store. Isn't that pathetic? But at least I chose a winner. And it had the added benefit of a next-door latte, a pumpkin tart, and a wonderful gab with Kay and her daughter who has A+ skills at Sitting and Pretending Not to be Bored and Unhappy When Mothers Gab. That girl has awesome skill and talent! She could win gold in the Olympics in that sport! Not only that, but when a stranger comes along who is admiring and trying to furtively touch The Mom's handknit Shadow Box, she even cheerfully models it for said stranger who *gasp* has never heard of Ravelry. Hopefully she remembered the word, because she did not write it down, but Kay urged her to JOIN. Seriously! You mean there really is a knitter left on this planet who has not joined Ravelry? And we met her. Not only that, but when I was in Purl, the helpful and cheerful staff kept asking people if they were there for the yarn crawl, and many of them said no. You could tell they were wondering why it was so sardine-like in there. Made me feel so very cosmopolitan. There I was, having flown down from Vermont for The First Annual NYC Yarn Crawl.
I really did intend to hit more of the shops on the crawl, but instead I spent all of Sunday with the kids and the dog. Not much surprise there, I suppose. And it was a blast. The weather was wonderful, we walked miles and miles, and though my best NYC walking boots were in the repair shop, I managed to make it through with only a couple blisters and minimal aches and pains, thanks to plenty of "are you gellin'"-type inserts in my shoes.
I know you want me to shut up and show you what I bought already! So here it is:
Two skeins of splendid, exquisite softness known as Swans Island Certified Organic Merino worsted-weight yarn in Indigo. This is such gorgeous stuff, I'd like to take a bath in it. It's made in Maine, and the stunning dye is natural indigo.
The softness is amazing, but as we knitters all too sadly know, the tradeoff with such softness is often that the knitted item pills like a mofo. This yarn has a bit of a tighter twist, and I'm hoping that prevents the pilling. Fingers crossed. I bought it with something very specific in mind, but after I got home, my idea morphed slightly. The new idea will require more yarn, and I promptly called Purl and ordered two more skeins.
I've already cast on for the first part:
Look familiar? Yup, another Palindrome. And since I cast on and knit and ripped out and recast on and reknit a total of four times the other night, in order to get the width I wanted, and the yarn held up really well to all of that nonsense, I have high hopes that it will not pill and be ratty in no time. I sure hope it won't, because it's meant for something special, and I certainly don't want it to turn into a schmatte suitable only for wiping down the car after a few wears.
And after mucho waffling, the decision has finally been made: I will be going to Rhinebeck, though I may be walking around with a tin cup asking for donations, since I freakin' lost my freakin' wallet at UVM last night. So all the credit cards have been canceled and I have to start over. Off to the DMV for a new license today, unless someone miraculously has turned the thing in and I get it before I go to start to recreate my life. It's the return of WTF Wednesday. *siiiiiiiigh*
EDITED TO ADD: The wallet is sitting safely in someone's office. I will pick it up later today. Dang it, though, all the credit cards are canceled. But still, this is the best sort of outcome, and I got the call before I went to get my license replaced. Big whew.