It was another case of yarn lust. I was in a store where they hand dye all their specialty yarns and the brilliant silk sheen made me pick up a cone of blue yarn. I decided a lace blouse would use the least of this very expensive yarn and calculated how much I would need. I was hooked. Once I got home I realized I really don’t wear lace blouses, and didn’t have enough yarn for a less revealing blouse. That yarn sat and waited.
I decided that a lace scarf would show off this beautiful yarn so I scoured magazines and books and came up with the most difficult lace pattern I had ever tried. Over many months the yarn sat and waited while I painstakingly worked my way through row after row. Then I got brave and started carrying the scarf with me; in my purse, on airplanes. And you know trouble followed. A snag here, a few dropped stitches there. While the yarn waited I went on to easier projects. I completely lost track of where I was in the 20+ row repeat. So the yarn waited.
At some point I realized that the blue did not coordinate with anything in my wardrobe and that I have enough scarves and that I really didn’t want another scarf. So the yarn waited some more.
Now, fortuitously, my sister wants a blanket for her 50th birthday present. Of all the yarn samples I sent her, this exact blue is what she wants. So I will dye a sturdier yarn for a blue warp and the weft will be assorted yarns from my stash.
Next month my yarn won’t have to wait anymore. It’ll join a riot of other blue yarns in a warm blanket for my sister. No regrets. It just took some time to find the right home for this beautiful yarn.