On Friday night I dreamed of yarn.
I’d been given a skein as a gift. It was a small amount, but oh so light and pretty. Laceweight, with a slight halo (alpaca perhaps?).
The colours were bright rainbow ones – a rosy red; tangy orange; sunshiney yellow; rich, grassy green; bright bright blue; and vivid purple.
It wanted to be something. It took me a while to work it out, but it wanted to be this shawl:
Simple Yet Effective Shawl
And just as I realised that I woke up.
I’ve been thinking about it since then, and almost, almost bought a skein of brightly coloured Noro Kureyon sock yarn in This is Knit on Saturday. I didn’t though, as I’m working through my stash as much as possible at the moment, I’m not nuts about small triangular shawls and I don’t wear bright colours on the whole. I don’t want to knit it in duller, more me colours, and I can’t think of anyone I could give it to. All common sense says no.
So why can’t I stop thinking about it?