my dalliances with all things domestic
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9/12/2006
coffee table yarn
I couldn't wait to wash and whack my new yarn, wait for it to dry, and knit it. Indeed, I rolled it into a ball and dreamed of various things I could do with it. I consulted Barbara Walker. I swatched a little.
And then I decided that, at least for now, it belongs only in that yarn state of purest potential -- the hank. I can see everything that's going on in the yarn; it's integrity hasn't been diminished by the act of knitting it into the wrong thing. So I ripped out my swatch, unwound the ball, and put it back into it's ideal state.
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