April 23, 2006


When i drove down to the TKGA show in Oakland yesterday I swore I was going to be good. I stated with firm conviction that I could get through an entire knitting show without purchasing a single skein of sock yarn. I had one thing I needed to purchase - a set of US size 7 DPN's - and I found those right off the bat at the first booth we hit after we walked in the door. And at every other booth, even though I saw sock yarn, I deliberately stayed away from where it was displayed. And even when I did let myself go fondle a little sock yarn here and there I told myself that I did not *need* to buy sock yarn; that I have plenty of sock yarn at home and no more needed to come home with me.

This was working just perfectly for nearly the entire time my knitting mom and I were at the market. But then she spotted the display of Cherry Tree Hill Supersock, which I'd seen earlier but to which I had successfully avoided giving more than a brief glance of longing until then. And once she went over to it and started plucking skeins off the rack and we both noticed the big 'Sale' sign which noted that all of the Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn was $4 off if you bought two or more, and it occurred to me that there is no where in my area to buy Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn (and if there is DO NOT TELL ME because ignorance is bliss, people), and, well, I think it is safe to point out that if I was a stronger woman I would not be a member of the Sock Yarn Addicts Club, and after all, we *do* get one free day a month, and...um....did I mention that you had to buy two to get the discount price?

And then as we were leaving the market, I spied a rather nondescript box of yarn that turned out to be a sizable stack of Trekking XXL, in colors perfect for Richard. It is actually harder than one might think to find yarn that is boring dull subdued enough for his tastes, but with enough excitement to keep me from nodding off in boredom or stabbing myself through the eye with one of my DPN's as I slog through a pair of man's socks, which take me twice as long as the ones I knit for myself. So I was only thinking of my wonderful husband and his poor cold feet when I bought those two balls of blue and purple Trekking, I swear. What kind of wife would I be if I'd left them behind?

Posted by Jenipurr at April 23, 2006 07:57 PM

Well, that lovely yarn makes up for the "superwash feltable sock yarn" you've been knitting into nauticle critters! Love the luminous blue Trecking - it should be a success.

Posted by: Barbara at April 24, 2006 07:24 AM

That trekking stuff is perfect for nervous men. I think you would have been irresponsible to have not bought it.

Posted by: Stephanie at April 24, 2006 08:05 AM

I feel pretty confident that passing by
Trekking is some sort of mortal sin or something:


That's the only explanation I can come up with, at any rate. :O

Posted by: Emy at April 24, 2006 09:32 AM

Grin. We knitters are nothing if not enablers for each other, aren't we.

(Emy, I think I drooled a little in my keyboard looking at that picture of all your Trekking! It does not help that my friend-with-a-yarn-shop has been wandering around with sock yarn catalogs lately (and I think one of them was Trekking too))

Posted by: Jenipurr at April 24, 2006 09:40 AM

It is definitely dangerous working in a yarn shop! You get to help in the selection process, so you get to say "hey, maybe we should get TWO bags of purple - one for me, one to sell in the shop." Then, if there's something you didn't catch in the ordering process, you'll see it when a customer brings it up to the counter and think "ooh, isn't that pretty? Why didn't I see it before??" and really, they shouldn't even bother paying me, since it pretty much just goes back to the store. Heh.

Posted by: Emy at April 24, 2006 11:58 AM