Swamp Sale/CONTEST WINNER!

On Sunday, you would have found me walking through the grocery store (pre-game) with a smug smile on my face. "Why?" you ask. Because I had just come from the Coldwater Collaborative's annual Superbowl sale. (I was there CKSknitter. I was so there.) All of these non-knitters walkin' around the produce section like their some big stuff. Hoo hoo! Little do they know about the seething underworld of neurotic knitters. (Level 4 knitters for Yarn Harlot fans).

Here's the irony. I bought yarn that was NOT on sale. I know. Laugh if you will, but I've been stalking this yarn for about a year now. It's obnoxious, it's hideously bright and it spoke to me. So here it is in all it's 1980 colors - enjoy. Colinette's Jitterbug in "Popsicle"

Do you want to know something? I actually hate sales like this. It brings out the worst in people. It's like those garage sale ladies that show up at your house at 6:30 am and start bargaining over old socks. Grrrrr. So I'm standing at a bin of some yarn called Araucania Ranco Multy (sock yarn). It's not a large bin. Just your standard 1 x 2 foot bin. I'm digging around in it looking for the most beautiful skein in the world when a woman comes up and starts digging, too! I mean . . . it was awkward. I was clearly there, not wearing my invisibilty cloak and actively looking through the pile and her hands were shoving yarns back into the hole I had created. I almost resorted to violence. I almost socked her (I really did not intend to make such a horrible pun). Are you one of those ladies!? Come on, people.

So do you know what I did? I grabbed a skein the color of swamp and gasped as if I had just found a little piece of heaven. I clutched the puke colored yarn to my breast and sighed loudly. Then I gaily turned on my heels and flounced my way to the register. I bought it. Who's laughing now, garage-sale lady? Who's laughing now. oh brother.

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Thank you all so so much for entering the contest! It was fun to read all of your comments and guesses. AND you broke a record - 18 comments is the most I've ever had.

CKSknitter is the official winner with her guess of "On Blueberry Hill". We had two "Blueberry" guesses and drew her name from a hat - actually, I held the names behind my back and had my five year old pick a hand. CKSknitter, contact me with your address so I can mail you your prize: rarnarATgmailDOTcom.
THE ACTUAL NAME OF IMAGINE KNIT'S KMNCraft yarn is "Blueberry Pie". Northern Minnesota is a wild blueberry haven. Ely has a blueberry festival every year. This yarn look exactly like a bowl of wild blueberries with the pink you see on the tops of berries and the purple stains on your fingers.

Mocha Chocolata-yah-yah!

In my last blog, I simply lied about not having projects. Here is some yummy chocolaty yarn I bought to knit my hubby K some wool socks. (Yarn from my big splurge at Knit Wits).

Since he started out life in a small town in Iceland and grew up with hand-knit socks, I'll be put to the test. However, those little old Icelandic ladies didn't have self-striping sock yarn! Mwoohoohoo, HA HA HAhhh!
I've pulled the sock out 3 times already trying to get the gauge correct. Grrrrrr. I've discovered that I knit very tight on #3 needles and very loose on #2 needles. I started an anxiety attack over this little mystery but have since recovered, resigned and I'm just ignoring this little problem. (maybe it's wool vs. cotton . . . hmmmmmm).

Anyway, it's Meilenweit Bosco, color 3514. It looks like a Godiva chocolate-raspberry candy-bar and also like the fur of my big old fat geriatric labrador (who is still sleeping by the way and it's 10:30). It's the perfect yarn for a man who eats my secret, hidden chocolate stash like it's popcorn.

This last picture is purely gratuitous. My 4 year old A got slime in her hair. That chunk I'm holding was cut off. As you can see from the picture. She could have cared less. Turns out she looks kind of cute with half-bangs. Also discovered - slime is not water-soluble.