crochet:: rainbows and swatches
IT FINALLY ARRIVED!!!
OK, I’ve calmed down now…and yes, I did throw it all on the bed with the intention of rolling around in it like it was $100 dollar bills. Then I got the visual on that and realized y’all cannot UNSEE that, so I decided to behave myself. There were a few other silly ideas too…filling the bathtub with them and hopping in like they were massive bubbles, finding a way to photograph them as ‘yarn-in-a-landscape’, hanging each of them from the ceiling like it was universe of stars, raking them into a pile like leaves…
But then I returned to reality and decided I would rather start hooking with this beautiful wool instead of potentially screwing it up or getting it dirty (both figuratively and literally).
Cali seemed to be just as geeked-out as I was over a 20# box of wool. She stuck with me through the whole process of opening the box and checking it all out. Oh, and you wanted to know this I’m sure; I had to count that all 150 colors were really in there because let’s face it, I am totally OCD sometimes. You know you are too (maybe not about yarn, but something). I just admit it. Publicly.
~Bowing to reverently sniff it’s wooly goodness and then merely tiptoeing through to check it all out~
The yarn had to sit for a couple of days feeling unloved, but I finally got a chance to swatch with it yesterday. I am not usually a swatch maker, but this is new-to-me yarn. Truthfully, I don’t know where to start. Do I begin the labor-of-love afghan? This is super skinny real wool. I never use the good stuff. I always save it for a rainy day. I should probably do some research too. I don’t want to mess this one up.
So, with that in mind I swatched out a little bit of the tan so that I can see how it performs/felts/pills/shrinks. I’ll let you know my findings. Because we all know that I don’t ever shut my mouth.
On the subject of never shutting my mouth…clever segue there dontcha think? It’s TMI time kiddos.
If you’re new around here, I had cancer a while back. If you already knew that, thanks for sticking around because it’s not contagious. Anyway, I had a very aggressive form of boob cancer and I was told it had a very high incidence of recurrence within the first 5 years. Basically my doc said next, “but if it doesn’t come back within 5 years, you will most likely never get cancer again.” I have really been stuck on those words because let’s face it, I am terrified of cancer. No matter how hard I’ve tried to LET IT GO and MOVE ON, I’ve been anxiously awaiting my 5-year cancer-free birthday. I obviously don’t shut up about it. Some of my friends threw me a surprise birthday party (my first ever surprise party) at a winery this weekend and it was a wonderful affirmation that there is LIFE AFTER CANCER and I need to ENJOY IT!
Friends and family gathering together to celebrate cleavage. It’s a beautiful thing.
I think now I can finally and officially wave buh-bye to the big C. So long, farewell, leave me the hell alone carcinomas, don’t bother coming back to visit.
I have amazing friends.
The boobalicious girls and I thank you.