Bon Voyage
Thursday, June 7, 2007
It occurs that I've purchased a fair amount of vacation yarn lately. I've only gotten into the idea of vacation yarn recently. My friends and family would have you believe that this is because I've only become completely compulsive in my fiber purchasing habits recently. Don't believe them. I've been completely compulsive in my yarn purchasing habits for at least three years.
In all seriousness, I like purchasing vacation yarn because each time I work with it (or even just pick it up), I can reflect on the trip in which it was discovered. And there's something about the journey that the yarn went on with me that gives it a little extra character in my book. About two months ago, I visited Ireland with my family. While in Galway, I picked up some beautiful Donnegal tweed that l and plan on knitting it into Christmas gifts for everyone who was on the trip. And although I'm sure that my family would appreciate any handknit gift I give them (precious cherubs that they are), I think that when they learn the origin of the yarn, they'll be touched.
Enough mulling. Here's my wee parade of vacation yarn:
This is the Donnegal wool.
Some Lorna's Laces purchsed somewhere in the wilds of western Pennsylvania. Less vacation yarn and more "oh my god a knitting store, turn the car around!" yarn.
Some hand dyed spinning fiber from Stowe, VT.
And some very special handspun from New York.
Special enough to deserve a close-up. So pretty.
In all seriousness, I like purchasing vacation yarn because each time I work with it (or even just pick it up), I can reflect on the trip in which it was discovered. And there's something about the journey that the yarn went on with me that gives it a little extra character in my book. About two months ago, I visited Ireland with my family. While in Galway, I picked up some beautiful Donnegal tweed that l and plan on knitting it into Christmas gifts for everyone who was on the trip. And although I'm sure that my family would appreciate any handknit gift I give them (precious cherubs that they are), I think that when they learn the origin of the yarn, they'll be touched.
Enough mulling. Here's my wee parade of vacation yarn:
This is the Donnegal wool.
Some Lorna's Laces purchsed somewhere in the wilds of western Pennsylvania. Less vacation yarn and more "oh my god a knitting store, turn the car around!" yarn.
Some hand dyed spinning fiber from Stowe, VT.
And some very special handspun from New York.
Special enough to deserve a close-up. So pretty.
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June 8, 2007 at 1:40 AM
Vacation yarn makes a lot of sense to me. If it's between a trinket from Pisa that will eventually be forgotten and collect dust, or yarn that will
a) provide hours of entertainment b) invoke fond travel memories
c) feed the habit
...it's not really hard to choose, or to see why the yarn is a superior option! My only problem is that I'm inclined to just stare at the pretty yarns, instead of actually knitting anything.
Pretty souvenirs you have there!