For the last couple of years, there’s been a new wool shop in my parents’ town, and it has stocked the must luscious yarn. My mom and I would go in just to hold this yarn. It didn’t matter that we didn’t need yarn. We just needed a feel of the wonderful stuff.

Well, while I was home over the weekend, I decided to try to knit a sweater. I’ve never knitted a sweater before, but I don’t need any more scarves or cup holders or hot pads, so it was either a sweater or socks. Of the two, the sweater would take longer, so it was a clear choice. I don’t want to be done with my project in a couple of days. This is my entertainment for the next few months.

You can see where this is going… I held that yarn, that wonderful yarn, and I was sold. Simply holding it makes my palms tingle and sends warmth seeping up to my elbows. The thought of running it through my fingers for the next few months was completely irresistible. So now I’m the proud owner of 12 balls of this marino/cashmere mix, in black.