So. Much. Yarn.
This story starts in 1974. Ish. 1973? Maybe?
Anyway, my aunt was pregnant and my mom decided to learn to knit so that she could make something for the baby. So she bought two skeins of yarn and a pair of #4 knitting needles and started taking knitting classes from one of her friends.
Turns out she couldn’t make heads or tails out of what Lois was telling her, so she gave up.
Around that time, I got away from my parents in the basement of the store that was currently in the Marshall Field & Co. Building. When I got away, I found their yarn department. I so longed to touch all of that yarn and I would have gotten away with it if it hadn’t been for my meddling parents. They told me that yarn was for people who knit.
I decided then and there that someday, somehow, I was going to learn how to knit.
When I became a teenager, I told my mom that I was going to learn how to knit. Her response? “If I couldn’t learn how to knit, you can’t learn how to knit.”
I learned how to knit.
I recently started updating my Ravelry account with all of my yarns and projects, and I knew I had more yarn than I’d been able to find so far. I found a bunch of it, some of which is going to be a longer-term untangling project.
Gratuitous Amazon Link! We’re finishing off Kevin Crossley-Holland’s Arthur trilogy with King of the Middle March, in which Arthur goes off to the Fourth Crusade. The Fourth Crusade was a G.D. mess. The army of crusaders couldn’t pay for their ships with the result that, rather than “freeing” Jerusalem from the Muslims, the crusader army ended up sacking two Christian cities.