I did manage to leave with 2 more skeins (full this time) of Hope Spinnery yarn in, predictability enough, Snow (an undyed cream) and Sunflower (a golden mustard). I find the yarns from Hope Spinnery, Greenwood Hill Farm and even the bag of Scottish Tweed Aran I desperately wanted for a year and has now been sitting in its bin for almost twice that, have all reached an epic status in my mind, rendering them un-knittable. (And if Greenwood Hill had a sweater's worth of their white this year it would have ended up in the back of the car only to achieve the same fate).
In a continued effort to have my weekends live up to their name as being the end of my week and focus more on our life, yesterday Bird and I gave the wild canine beasts much needed baths and the subsequent long walk as payment for enduring perceived torture. (Is there nothing sadder than a puppy, soaking wet and covered in almond scented suds, in a tub?) After weeks of insane shedding, the bath caused Opus to practically molt his entire remaining puppy coat. For the rest of the day I was vacillating between nostalgia, obtaining countless brush-fulls of fluff and pursuing an intimate relationship with our broom. I was determined not to let the aforementioned sad yarn fate continue, so while waiting for the Phillies game to start (B.J. Upton was so out at first) and I cast on for a -- wait for it -- beret! Instead of Fair Isle -- say it isn't so! -- I am using a slipped stitch pattern in 3 colors.
The gold and white are my new Hope Spinnery acquisition and the dark grey is one of the remnants of the Morehouse 2-ply from their mill end sale last year at Rhinebeck. I was up to the very top of the crown decreases at about 1:30 am last night, but decided it wasn't slouchy enough. So, I ripped back and am re-working the decreases. I hope to finish today.
Then, maybe I'll cast on for a new sweater.
