SnarCraft

Dear Yarn Stash, Please don’t hate me. I promise I haven’t been intentionally neglecting you for the yarn I met while on holiday in Melbourne . I’m sure you can agree that new relationships come with a little bit of new relationship euphoria, but that doesn't mean you still don’t have a special place in my heart. I think the fact that I have not supplanted any of you guys from the Shelf of Showing Off, is testament that the new yarns have not replaced you in my eyes. Yes everything I have cast on since returning from my holiday has been from the yarn I brought home, but I have not frogged a single pre-existing project to poach needles or cables. These new projects are merely experiments with new techniques, that I’m perfecting before I try them on your beautiful skeins. The lattice work sock that I just completed? It means nothing! Like I explained when I got home, I cast-on that project while away because I needed something to work on during the Stitch Nights in Melbourne....

The road calls, my lovelies. I can practically smell the asphalt, that’s how strong the pull is. I have packed the car (including an entire box of yarn and related paraphernalia), loaded up my phone with audiobooks and podcasts, mapped out every yarn shop and opshop between here and my destination, put petrol in the car, and now I’m bragging updating you lot. I’ve also got two fully charged camera batteries and Liebling’s DSLR. Anything I’ve forgotten at this point I will just buy along the way. (I don’t typically advocate for this sort of approach, but I trust that whatever I’ve forgotten is going to be either non-essential or something so essential that having one more of it isn’t going to be excessive.) Tonight I officially am on a personal holiday. No kiddos, no partners, no real job obligations until next Monday. I am going to cafe/yarn shop/bookstore/opshop/woolen mill hop from here to my destination and back. From now until next Monday, if it isn’t yarn/coffee/book/hobb...