Knitley Road: Paving the Pathway to Heaven with Wool Love

This is what I’m doing today.

Also on the list: paying bills, several loads of laundry, too many loads of dishes, oodles of cooking, minor amounts of cleaning, also sadly minor amounts of parenting, modest consumption of cookies, and major consumption of wine (is it 4:00 yet????). (Aw, the perils of the modern housewife.)

But this is the best.

I’ve been staring at this yarn for a few weeks now. And, let me tell you, it’s been staring right back.

It has eyes! Very soulful indeed.

It’s a rustic wool fingering from my indie dyer partner Knitley Road, hailing from Edmonton, Canada. I guess I’ve had a thing with Edmonton lately. …Never been but the yarn dyers up that way are FANTASTIC. Seriously.

To be honest, I can’t decide: cowl or shawl???

These are the hard choices in life.

No wonder I’m so stressed.

I do know this: there will be a swatch before I sleep.

I hope.

This yarn just screams SPRING to me. This was also how I felt about the fresh, bright blossoms on our apricot and nectarine trees until it started SNOWING on them this morning. Spring is always such a tease!  It is literally snowing on my hyacinths and budding lilacs and hydrangeas. It pains me so.

I dashed into the grocery store last night (under the cloak of sweat pants and my hood up) to grab nothing other than double brownie fudge ice cream (gasp! hey, a mom’s got to survive!!!) and almost drowned in Easter candy despite the hard fact that this now sugar-laden holiday is more than a month away. Even the Easter bunny would have been shocked.

I’ve been pondering whether or not to knit Reed another Easter stuffie, but then I reread my torrid saga from last year and remembered HEK NO. The PTSD is insurmountable.

Lucky for me, swatching up this spring sparkle will soothe my nerves.

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