From Hilde, a box full of All The Colors. The extreme beauty of this is causing an ache. This box of goodness is thinking about becoming some socks, which I think would be a pretty big happy pill.
The stash, exploded view. Post-Springfield Dress, I am on a color tangent, and am knee-deep in Kaffe right now, trying to work up the nerve to get some intarsia going on the needles. I can't even believe I just said that. Intarsia. Urgh. But Kaffe, in his supreme serenity, makes it all seem so--can this be right?--fun, and Kay is making it look actually possible. In my head, all this yarn goes together in a pleasing way, but that might just be me. I have an idea for it, and it will be a stretch. We're going to the outer limits of my ability to find all yarn related things enjoyable. Kinda excited about that!
Birthday yarn from this year, again from Hilde, who, it has suddenly become apparent, is the Yarn Fairy. When this showed up, I think I literally dropped whatever I was holding and cast on a sock. Watching those stripes develop is more interesting to me than you would believe.
