"Is it possible to BATHE in alpaca?"
At the end of November, my friend Rachel and I ventured out to the yarn shop Mrs. Moon in Twickenham, where we both succumbed to the uber softness of the Blue Sky Alpacas Royal Petites and their adorable vintage patterns. (You can read Rachel's account here, but please note that she doesn't mention that I also bought yarn and a pattern. So there.)
I decided that they would be perfect for my mom for driving her car in Calgary in the winter time, and should she need to answer her phone, her fingers would be free. This was also, of course, before my father told me that her car has a heating steering wheel. A what? Yes, that is correct. I didn't even know that such a thing existed before our conversation, let alone that my mother had one of these crazy things. But since I don't own a car, why would I know that this is even an option these days?
But I digress... I cast on their supreme smooshy goodness and was completely enthralled and entranced and relaxed by the knitting. This was luxury at it's finest. It was like basking in the sunlight on a gorgeous beach in the Caribbean. And like fabulous beach time, I did. not. want. it. to. end.
In fact, to prolong the decadence, I forced myself to finish Harrison's latest toque first (a bright yellow monstrosity based on him proclaiming that the yellow Angry Bird is his "favourite") so that I would just have a little bit more time to spend with the pretty, soft yarn.
Aaaand, was promptly bitten when I ran out of yarn to complete the thumbs and was finishing these things the night before my mom returned to North America after being with us for Christmas. If the yarn wasn't so expensive, I'd want to knit myself a whole sweater!