Knit Sisters

First things first. In spite of existing primarily in a state of fatigued haze as a result of Woolcott’s big, big sale (Tuesday) and two days of inventory (Wednesday and Thursday), all of which followed on the heels of a major holiday (Monday), I have somehow stumbled through the week and arrived at Thursday night.

All without telling you about the fabulous handspun my sister gave me for a Christmas gift.

Eat yer heart out…

And that ain’t all:

Simply beautiful.

Thank you, Sarah! It’s so wonderful to work with yarn that you spun. The only question is, what garment and/or pattern is good enough for it?

Suggestions will be taken under advisement, so don’t be shy with your comments!

In the blur of activity, not to mention the excitement of finding out I was famous, I also failed to tell you about other aspects of our holiday celebration and the week.

For instance, as a result of the big, big sale and the fact that I had amassed a certain amount of store credit at Woolcott, I was able to acquire some serious swag over the past week and the beauty part of it was that almost no actual money changed hands.

Jordana Paige bag that I had been coveting for literally months:

I am convinced this bag will change my life.

Highly desirable Teva Durham and Fiona Ellis books along with a representative sample of newly-acquired Malabrigo:

There may be a couple more skeins that are not shown. Or ten.

I may be leaving a few things out, but at some point the shame really is too great. Especially considering that at some point in the coming year, I’ll probably clean forget about this orgy of knitting-related acquisition, get a burr under my saddle about consumerism, and go to preachin’ here on the blog about how we have to simplify our lives and buy less and so forth.

Ah, well. A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds!

Despite long odds, a little progress has been made on the much-maligned Trekking convertible fingerless glove/mitten:

What can one say but, “A triumph of color combination!”?

And finally, this week brought our much-anticipated, traditional holiday visit from Miss A.:

Shown here with her Pop, a fine jazz pianist whose CDs may be found here.

…and her younger sis:

Not to mention their mother, the delightful Emily, featured here raising a cup of French Roast to toast the fact that she got up at 5:30 a.m. to start her journey:

Miss A., you will note, is knitting in the foreground.

A good deal of pandemonium ensued:

Many questions were asked.

The answer, you see, is almost invariably seven.

And thus was Christmas 2006 kept.

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