Huggable

Just a quick note to keep this thing updated. Heh.

I have been singlemindedly focused on the next afghan, and have, sadly, not even touched that one lonely sock lingering on the sock needles, even though it really wouldn’t take more than a few hours to finish it off. Amusingly, the pattern I am using for the afghan is the same one I was using for the sock (it’s a rather lovely basket weave). I’m using a pile of vintage Bernat Berella ‘4’ yarn and I have to say, it is absolutely divine. I tried to take a picture, but it looks horribly washed out, even though the pattern came out great in the shot. So I shall just attempt to describe it for you instead. This is the sort of yarn you want – no, you *need* – to make a big, oversized, comfy sweater from, the type of sweater that you will wear all the time because it is just so marvelous and cozy. It’s advertised as being a great yarn for afghans, and they aren’t kidding. I haven’t played too much with the ‘current’ incarnation of Bernat Berella 4, but if it’s anything like their old stuff, I might have to make a few orders. After all, one can never have too many afghans, or big comfy sweatshirt-type sweaters, right? Right?

I have so far resisted the temptation to rip it out and make it into something for *me*, instead of something for someone else. But I am being strong and focusing on the fact that I can always get more (eBay is my friend, after all) and just because this yarn is a mix of deep blues and greens and browns and reminds me of standing in a deep, silent, forest where the trees are so tall and ancient that barely any light trickles through at all, and just because I occasionally have to stop and *hug* the slowly lengthening afghan, or smooth it out over my lap and admire how the colors mix with the interwoven strips of knit and purl, does not mean that I have to be selfish and keep it all to myself.

Anyway. I am off, today, with my knitting mom, to the TKGA convention in Oakland. I hope to find something cute for my Secret Pal, as well as maybe just one or two goodies for me (because since I haven’t heard a peep from the person who’s supposed to be *my* Secret Pal , I guess this means I just need to spoil myself!). But then, it’ll be back to home, and back to my afghan, or maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to summon just a teensy bit of self control, and get that poor little sock done once and for all.