We all know that yarn can speak. It can whisper sweet nothings into our ears, telling us that it wants to be bought, to be owned, to be cuddled, to be knitted into that extra special something.
We all know that it's true, and if you don't know this, then you are in a deep state of denial. The rest of us pity you. I did not know, however, that yarn could sing until yesterday when this little baby started crooning to me.
I bought the roving from Twisted at etsy. Now you need to know that I have bought a lot of beautiful roving. I've even dyed some. And quite often when I spin that roving, I love the yarn that it becomes. I think about keeping a great deal of it.
But I have rules about these things.
If I have projects on the go in my own handspun, then I'm not allowed to get all hoggish and keep any more. That stuff goes into the shop and gets sold so that yarn can travel out into the world and speak to other knitters, as yarn was meant to do. Somebody has to pay the bills after all, and it might as well be yarn.
Just not this skein.
This skein is mine. The roving was a favorite from the day it arrived in the mail. It was so lovely to spin that I was sad when it was finished. And there's no way that it will allow me to sell it off. I just can't part with it.
Besides, it sings.
