Things are very, very scary around here. Late last night I wound the second skein of yarn for my Thorn shawl, and I have to tell you, it was a moment of shocking revelation:
See that? The small ball is the end of Skein 1. The big ball is Skein 2. I don’t know if my 15-minute photography skills have captured the full subtlety of this yarn, but something is UP with this second skein. I discovered, upon unwinding the skein, that buried in the depths was a moment of color that can only be called chartreuse, a distinctly springlike moment of an inch or so where the dark piney woods broke into a life-affirming and glorious glade of new grass.
People, this changes everything. And it’s why I love hand-dyed yarns above all others. The randomness of what will happen when those little chartreuse blips show up is something I can’t quite imagine. In a giant yarn factory, this skein would have gone into the bin of Also Rans. But I’m not looking for perfection; maybe I’m looking for the opposite. That’s what making stuff is all about, isn’t it?
This yarn is by Alisha Goes Around, in what I think is Alisha’s first custom blend, a mix of superwash merino, bombyx silk (O! the bombyxness!), and merino. She has SAT-vocabulary names for her yarns (Panoply of Peacocks, Tittering of Magpies), so it’s obvious why she would name this Zeal of Zebra.
I had the chance to meet Alisha in Hot Springs last month. Her grays are the most beautiful I’ve seen, but nothing was as gorgeous and compelling as the eight-month-old baby she was loving on all weekend long as she sold her crazy-named, perfectly imperfect yarns.