Woolcott and other danger zones, redux

I just want to put this out there: for those of you who wrote or commented yesterday in defense of domestic felines, I completely respect your feelings and your taste in pets. In fact, I have a small and rather handsome cat I can offer you for a low, low price! Free shipping is included! (Sorry, no returns.)

And now, back to knitting…

Yesterday was a prime example of why working at your LYS endangers both your pocketbook and your immortal soul.

I was in the mood to work with some yarn with body yesterday, yarn I could really feel. Meaty yarn. For all its very real charms and delights, Alchemy Haiku is not that yarn. Icarus is not that project.

If I weren’t a LYS employee, I would have been forced to do one of the following:

a) suck it up and knit a few rows of Icarus anyway;
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I’m lounging here seductively for all I’m worth, people, and she still won’t give me the time of day.

b) go back to working on that afghan in Brown Sheep Lamb’s Pride worsted that I started two years ago and then abandoned after one pattern repeat (yes, I know…you’ve never even seen that project on this blog…we’ll discuss this later…);

c) work on a sock and yield to its not inconsiderable but different charms and thereby learn a life lesson about how it is important to “love the one you are with” and “quell your desire for that which you do not have, becoming day by day more like the Buddha”;

d) finish Rogue’s sleeves;

e) go to a matinee showing of Marie Antoinette;

f) mix up a batch of margaritas and break out the guacamole!

Instead, since I work at Woolcott, this happened:
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Three skeins, Manos del Uraguay, Wildflowers colorway, “cable fabric” stitch from 450 Knitting Stitches, Vol. 2, The Harmony Guide, U.S. size 7 bamboo needles (appropriated temporarily from store)

Here’s a little close-up of that lovely, textured, meaty cable fabric:
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I love this scarf. I really do. I love these colors, I love this yarn.

And I’m becoming day by day less and less like the Buddha.

12 Responses to “Woolcott and other danger zones, redux”

  1. Sarah Says:

    Oh. My. God. That is really, really beautiful. Both the yarn and the cabled scarf. I am so, so jealous of your part-time job.

  2. debsnm Says:

    If I worked at a LYS, my entire paycheck would be yarn. Actually, not a bad idea, when you think of it!!

  3. Shelda Says:

    Oh, I don’t know. You’re deep in harmony with the yarn and the project (I can tell), so that may not be too totally unBuddaesque.

    But I was personally in favor of the margaritas.

  4. Ellen Says:

    Margaritas really wouldn’t have been a bad option… Neither would a matinee of Marie Antoinette for that matter…

  5. lorinda Says:

    What’s stopping you from doing all those things?

  6. Ellen Says:

    Oh, Lorinda. Alas, it is an academic work crunch that has temporarily put a hiatus on other kinds of shenanigans.

    When that passes, however, all kinds of things will be possible. Even probable!

  7. Wanda Says:

    That is a lovely scarf. Maybe not Buddha-like, but still yummy stuff.

  8. Blogless Kim Says:

    So jealous, you work in a LYS. I used to work in a book shop, and came home with nary a dollar each week. I’d read the books there, and not quite finish…. BTW, we also have a cat. He is sometimes charming, but when he’s not, he’s my husband’s.

  9. Diane Says:

    I like the marguerita plan. Right now, I’m in a state of so many projects/ideas that I don’t know what to finish or start first. Maybe a few drinks would help that.

  10. laura Says:

    gah! i just resolved not to cast on more projects for myself and then you post pictures of your wildflowers manos scarf-in-progress! how will i ever resist winding my skeins and tossing my good-karma-creation-knitting to the wind? wicked. you are wicked.

  11. Mama Urchin Says:

    mmmm, that scarf sure is pretty

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