Etherknitter

Now if I could only get 'Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus' out of my head

Margene put the yarn brain-worm into my knitter's head. 

Beaversliiiiiiiide.  Beeeeeaverslide.  Oh yes, you know you want it.  Then Leanne put the color I've lusted after on sale.

 First we talk about yarn and fiber in addiction vocabulary.  (Stash.)  Then the metaphors become sexual. 

The handle of the yarn is soft and yielding.  It demands to be caressed.  The primal sheepy smell is intact.  It seduces the knitter through our most primitive sense, arousing emotion and creativity.

I told Mr. E that I could barely restrain myself from ordering every color I love, in sweater quantity lots, so I could drown in Beaverslide yarn.

Beaverslide merino 90%/mohair 10%, Glacier Blue

Cashmereaholic

Blogreaders are a tough bunch.  I was simply casting about for a quick title yesterday.  You not only noticed, you called me out and demanded your due.

Ellie's Reclaimed Cashmere is a local knitter.  She deconstructs old cashmere sweaters, and plys different singles together to make interesting yarns.  Her skeins are one-of-a-kind and  idiosyncratic.  All have odd yardages, as you would expect. 

Yum.