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A Yarn Treat

I received the new Knit Picks catalog in the mail early this past week, and as I flipped through the pages, my attention was drawn to one kit in particular…

That, my friends, is the Heartwarming Stocking Kit.

Oh word, but I just knew I had to have it.  The Mr. once asked if I would knit some stockings for the house, so I figured this was the perfect opportunity…especially since the kit was on sale.

I ordered it, and my box arrived today…

I eagerly dug in…

Isn’t it pretty?

Take a look at what you see when you turn the bag over…

Oh, yarny goodness!!!!

I didn’t dare open the plastic wrap to touch the yarn in fear of totally losing my wits and forgetting that I had lesson plans to write.

The plans have been finished, and I have one day of fun before the week begins (along with another ESOL class).

I have decided to play with yarn on Sunday.

No, I will not cast on, because I have two other projects going.  However, I will cradle the yarn tenderly, loving on it…holding it close to my face…dreaming of when I can put the first stitches on my needles.

The colorwork scares me, but I’ve got some time to get over my fears.

I have much to do in the way of real life work and such.

Still, the joy from the yarn treat, though a bit frivolous, will linger, giving me something to look forward to when things slow down.

A Knitter Turns 40

What happens when a knitter turns 40?

Well, if she is fortunate, she doesn’t have to work and gets to putter all day.

First, she opens a gift from Super Sis…

Then, she takes the car in for an oil change, where the attendant does his best to rip her off.

Naughty, naughty.  Don’t people know that birthday girls are not supposed to get cheated on their special day?

After putting him in his place, the knitter might decide to go shopping at a yarn store 45 minutes away.  She has the day off, after all, and the kids are old enough to get themselves home from school.

Because it’s her birthday, the Mr. might tell her to buy something “on him.”  She asks if she has a limit, and he says not to spend $1,000 on yarn.

So, she sticks to the budget (using a 20% coupon she got in the mail, of course) and gets the following…

Malabrigo Sock Yarn

And this…

Misti Alpaca Lace

After four years of knitting, the birthday girl might get lucky enough to finally have her punch card completely punched out, so she earns a $20 gift certificate on the spot.

Because this yarn store is so far away, she decides to go ahead and spend it, so she selects the following…

Cascade Heritage Handpainted Sock Yarn

Totally satisfied, the 40 year-old knitter might then drive home, to find the following in the mail from her friend, Susan

Socks That Rock Sock Yarn

Yep.  Turning 40 isn’t all that bad, if you’re a knitter, that is!

Yarn Therapy

It’s been a stressful week in the AuburnChick home.

I won’t go into details, though.

So, my need for a little yarn therapy is certainly justifiable.

The Mr., Chicky, and I are out-of-town for State Cup playoffs.  Naturally, I searched for a yarn store, but alas, none could be found within 30 miles.  So, I resorted to the next best thing…the BIGGEST Joann’s I’ve ever seen.

I remember this store from a couple of years ago when we played here.

I asked the Mr. to let me run in after we ate lunch, but he told me to go back after dropping him and the girl off at the hotel.  That gave me a chance to print 20% coupons.

I headed out.

Oh my, but when you come from Podunk, USA, you really appreciate a good-sized store.

I looked to my heart’s content and finally purchased the following:

Even though the sock yarn was Buy 1, Get the 2nd for 50% off, I was a good girl and did not buy any.  I have a lot of sock yarn at home.  But, I do want to make more wash cloths and dish cloths, so the cotton was a practical choice.  So too were the point protectors…items I’ve been in sore need of since I started knitting.

All-in-all, I only spent $10 and some change.  Not bad, considering the skeins are the larger sizes.  I should be able to get, at minimum, two cloths from each.  I figure I can do some sort of striping theme with what’s left since the colors complement each other.

So, although I am still stressed, the shopping took my mind off of stuff for a while.  In the meantime, I’m trusting God to work everything else out.

My Week – In Pictures

Yarn...that turned into...

Parts...that turned into...

 

A work of love.

 

Two days off from school this week gave me time to paint the toes...

 

...and to file coupons...

Several batches of cookies were baked in the AuburnChick home this week. Rooster scored two before I could pull out the camera. You've gotta be quick in this house.

 

Aubie loves the new bedding I gave the dogs.

 

Pele prefers the couch...

 

 

 

 

 

Molly saw some couch action as well...

 

...especially while "nuggling" with Chicky.

 

Another sample arrived in the mail this week...

 

Yarn shopping...

 

...for gifties...

 

...on the way to the soccer game...

 

...where we won 3-1!!

 

This is my attempt at being organized for next week's classes. Do I have "teacher handwriting" yet?

Traffic Jams, Soccer, and Knitting

It’s another weekend, and guess what I’m doing?

Sitting in a hotel after a day spent on the soccer fields.

We drove to Jacksonville after school on Friday.  We moved right along until a few miles outside of town, where we hit a major traffic snafu…

Ugh…what a mess!  We checked the GPS and saw that there were actually two areas of congestion…at 9:30 at night!  I like my roads to be in good shape, but this was the second weekend in a row of encountering heavy traffic!

After sitting in a near-motionless state for an hour, we finally managed to creep our way to the next exit, where we mercifully got off.  The GPS decided not to play jokes on me (unlike last weekend) and got us around this traffic via a neat little detour.

My favorite part of the trip is going over the bridge and seeing the lights on the buildings and other bridges…

We were relieved to reach our hotel and crawled wearily into bed.

Of course, now that soccer season has officially begun, sleeping in on weekends has gone by the wayside.  I was up at the crack of dawn to hit Target for some items I had forgotten to pack.

Don’t ask.

Just remember that I am AuburnChick.  There is no Easy Button for me.

Chicky’s team was scheduled to play at 9, and I thought it would be a pleasant morning.  I mean, I had my knitting…

That’s my latest mini-project…a baby hat for charity.  I’ll post more information about it after I finish.

The temperatures quickly climbed, and it didn’t take long until I had to put the yarn away.  Have you ever tried to knit when your hands were sweaty?  Not a pretty thing, let me tell you.

We cheered hard, and Chicky’s team won.

One downer was that one of Chicky’s teammate went down with an injury.  We are concerned that she tore her ACL.  The worst part about this incident is that the same girl tore her other ACL a year and a half ago and was just getting back into prime form.

Please say a prayer for her.

Between games, I ran to KnitWitz, a wonderful store located about ten miles from the hotel we were staying at.

I was crunched for time, so when I ran in, I blabbed quickly, looked around even faster, and grabbed up these delicious skeins of yarn…

The Berroco is identical to the skein I’m using for my current sock project.  I am growing concerned about yardage since the pattern I’m using has mega cabling in it.

I also picked out this…

As soon as I saw the colors, I fell in love with it.  The thing that pushed me over the edge with it was the softness.  Oh my gosh!  I cannot wait for this stuff to be on my feet!!

I made it back to the hotel just in time to take Chicky back to the fields for game #2.  Her team lost.  It was a scorcher, and the girls’ legs were done after the first game.  The opponent was playing its first game and looked much fresher.

At least we didn’t have any injuries this game.

After a delicious dinner at Carrabbas, we’ve settled back into our room.  We’re about to hit the sack and rest up for tomorrow’s game.

Pre-Game Rituals

Every athlete has a ritual he/she performs before a game.

The parents are no different.  We either busy ourselves with filling coolers with ice or caffeinate ourselves with Starbucks.

I have developed a unique pre-game ritual.

I go yarn shopping.

Because all of our games are played out-of-town, I have had many opportunities to find new yarn shops.

This weekend, Chicky and I are in South Carolina.  We left Friday for our nine-hour drive with one of Chicky’s teammates riding along.

Now, you’d think that after playing travel soccer for over ten years, Chicky would have this packing thing down pat.

Think again.

When we got to Chicky’s teammate’s house, I offhandedly asked if Chicky had packed her soccer bag.

She said, “Hmmm” before her eyes got big.

She had left it at home.

Thank goodness I asked!

We drove the ten minutes back to the house and found it waiting patiently in the garage, right where she had put it.

Lovely start to the weekend, eh?  We wound up leaving 45 minutes behind schedule.

The delay was a sign of things to come.

After hitting the highway, we saw this…

Construction.

More delays.

For lunch, the girls decided they wanted Chick-fil-A.  The GPS first took us to a hospital.  Maybe the employees can buy Chick-fil-A sandwiches there?  I don’t know.

We managed to get the GPS to lead us to another location…the mall…

No shopping allowed though!  We went straight in, grabbed our stuff to-go, and left.

We encountered more construction…forcing us to go 45 miles per hour.

I must have been the only person who read the traffic signs.  Everybody passed me, including an old man who honked.

Sometimes you fly solo when you follow the law (I’ve learned this as a Christian as well).

The rest of our trip proceeded without any more delays.  We eagerly watched the signs that told us how much farther…

Nine and a half hours later, we arrived at our destination…Columbia, South Carolina.

At least the weather was clear and sunny.  Perfect for the drive…

We were very pleased with the hotel and its proximity to great shopping and yummy eating.

This morning we arose at a decent hour…ready for a busy day.

First things first…dropping off the girls at the mall…

And then my pre-game ritual…yarn shopping!!

I only planned on visiting one store, although I had mapped the locations of two.

The first one wasn’t open when I got there…

So I headed to the other store…

This store was located in a beautiful section of downtown Columbia, and I had high hopes.

However, it was a little small, and the assortment of yarn just wasn’t for me.  The owner had lots of Noro, which I like but wasn’t in the mood for, and lots of another brand that I can’t remember.  But nothing hollered out my name, so I left without buying anything.

The girls and I had a quick chat on the phone, and we arranged for a later pickup than originally planned.

I was thrilled because I had an extra thirty minutes to shop.

Guess where I went?

Back to the first shop.

Now, I’ll admit that I really didn’t think there would be much in the store.  It was not located in the quaintest of areas.

Folks, do not judge a store by its location.

When I walked in, look at what I saw…

And…

And…

And…

The owner was sooo friendly, putting me right at ease and giving me time to love on her yarn.

Two yarns leapt into my arms, begging to be taken home.  I’ve got a soft spot for sock yarn, so I didn’t say no…

Oh boy, I could have stayed in that store for a long time, but I had to go pick up the girls.

We had to get lunch…my favorite…

And one more stop for my pre-game ritual…

One of the biggest Michaels Ive ever been in!

One of the biggest Michael's I've ever been in!

I didn’t buy anything at Michael’s, being a good girl for once.

And then it was time to head for the game…

More on that tomorrow or Monday.

Sock Addiction

A few days ago I needed to move my dresser.  I was doing a tiny bit of rearranging, but nobody was home to help me.  So, I removed the drawers to make it lighter.

While doing so, I caught sight of my sock drawer.

Folks, I think I have a problem.

I’m addicted to socks.

And not just ordinary socks but hand-knit ones.

There are 11 pairs in the picture above.  Not pictured is the pair I made for Chicky’s teammate, and the pair that Molly chewed up.  That takes the total to 13.

Last night, I cast of sock #1 of my 14th pair.

Does a person really need so many pairs of socks?  Why continue to buy sock yarn?

Non-yarnies don’t understand the trance that comes over a fiber artist when entering a yarn store.  Everyone has a favorite brand, weight, or fiber.  Some are drawn by a particular color.  My friend, Rabbitrescuer, loves green, and her stash on Ravelry reflects that.

For me, it’s sock yarn.  It beckons me like a siren.  The yarn lures me with its beautiful colors and promises of smooshiness.  The soft textures soothe my nerves and invoke a feeling of safety.

Wearing hand-knit socks is an indulgence, I’ll admit.  To have a pair of socks tailored specifically to my long feet is simply divine.  The fun patterns become centerpieces for interesting conversations with coworkers, friends, and even complete strangers.

I considered taking a picture of the sock yarn in my stash, but the Mr. recently started reading my blog, and I fear that he would not be too happy to see all of my stash in one place.  In his case, ignorance is bliss.

Now, don’t be thinking that I need intervention, because I won’t go.  This is not an addiction I want to be cured off.  Once you knit your first pair, you’re hooked.  It’s fairly harmless, cheaper than cigarettes, and serves a purpose.

Look out needles…here I come.  I’m casting on sock #2 of my newest and wildest pair.

Stay tuned!

More Than a Ball of Yarn

I am subscribed to the True Woman ’08 blog.  If you’ve never visited, I encourage you to do so.  It is dedicated to educating women about their proper, Biblical roles as wives, mothers, and daughters of the King.

Today’s post really hit home with me.  If you’re into fiber arts, you’ll especially appreciate it.  Even if you’re not, please go read it.  You won’t be disappointed.

Another Adventure!

Yesterday, we spent around nine hours in the car.  Chicky’s team is playing in the Final Four, and the hotel is in West Palm Beach.

Now, you know that we’re always traveling…have been for about six years running.  We’ve been in about every type of fast food and sit-down restaurant, gas station, and hotel.  I should be paid to critique them…that’s how much of a pro I am.

First off, we stopped at what is rated as the #1 Chick fil A franchise in Florida (according to my father-in-law).  I didn’t know this beforehand, as the first place I stopped was the restroom.  Before I got there, we were greeted by a manager, who welcomed us to the location.  He was walking the floor, speaking to the patrons.  Wow!

Folks, there were two tables in the ladies room.  One had an assortment of feminine products.  The other had flowers and other stuff that I can’t remember.  But, it was nice.  Clean.  Stocked with hand towels as well as an air dryer.

Then, as I sat and waited for the Mr. to bring our food to the table, another employee, dressed very professionally with a Chick fil A nametag, asked if I was waiting to place my order.  After telling her I was set, she walked away to assist another customer.

I watched as managers sporting long-sleeve, button-down shirts ran the cash register, assisted by crisp, polo-wearing employees.  All had sincere smiles on their faces.  It was apparent that they were working in an environment they truly enjoyed.

I commented to the manager who stopped by halfway through out meal how impressed I was, explaining how frequently we travel.  It’s called fast food for a reason…in and out…no frills.  He said that he tells his employees that the restaurant begins at the property line.

Good point.

We’ll make sure we visit that location the next time we’re in town.

Onward we went, to our final destination…a Hawthorn Suites that is so new it doesn’t come up on the GPS.

When we inserted the key, we were amazed to see this:

I’m sitting at the table below…blogging right now…flat screen above me…

Walking down the little hallway, we saw this:

And the bathroom…well, what can I say?  It plays a very important role in your get-away experience:

And look at the vanity!  NOBODY puts a vanity in their bathroom!  With a make-up mirror too!

Now, I know what you are thinking.  This must be costing me an arm and a leg.

Well, not quite.  I think I heard the Mr. say that we’re paying $95 per night.  I consider this a good rate considering the amenities.  I mean, there’s tile throughout…the lobby, the elevator.  It’s truly gorgeous!

Saturday morning loomed with nothing to do.  The girls don’t play until 5pm, so we had the entire day in front of us.

What does AuburnChick do when she has this much free time on her hands…in a new city…

See if you can guess from this picture…

You see, I feel like I have a responsibility to my readers (all three of you).  You know I travel, so you naturally expect me to find the best yarn stores around…just in case you might take a trip to the same location.  It was me, after all, who brought you those wonderful pictures from Las Vegas and New Orleans.

Thank goodness for the GPS on my phone.  I must have been a good girl because “she” didn’t cop an attitude this time…i.e. I made no u-turns.

The ladies at Just ImaginKnit were fabulous, as was the selection of yarn.  There was a group of ladies sitting at the table, and as they spoke with their New York accents, I was taken back to the time when I lived in Coral Springs…whose residents had migrated from up north.

Now, I consider it rude to spend time in a yarn store without making a purchase.  Especially since I’m not a “regular.”  If I had my own yarn store and could attend knit nights, then I wouldn’t feel obligated to get anything.

That’s a pretty lame justification, isn’t it?

Ok, ok.  I caved the beautiful color and feel of the yarn.   Hello, my name is AuburnChick, and I’m addicted to buying soft, hand-dyed yarn…especially if it comes in 100g sock weight…

As I left, I gazed upon the window lovingly one last time…

And then I hoofed it back to the hotel so Soccer Chick could get her sneakers out of the back of the car and do some warm-exercises in the parking lot with the team.

If you’re reading this before 5pm, please say a prayer for us…that Chicky would not be injured, and that she would use the talent that God has blessed her with to the best of her ability.

A Sensory Experience

We’re spending the weekend in Metairie, Louisiana.  Soccer Chick has an ODP (Olympic Development Program) regional tournament.

I drove her over on Friday after school, stopping to pick up a teammate along the way.  We had a pleasant drive.  I dropped off the girls at the team’s hotel and made my way two exits down to my own hotel, spending the night by myself.  I must admit that although it felt odd at first, I quickly grew to appreciate being totally alone.

Chicky woke me up from a sound sleep by sending me a text message to remind me to take my sneakers to her hotel…long story not worth telling.

Once I was out and about, I figured that I might as well go exploring.  I mean, I had the GPS, so why not!

Metairie is just north of New Orleans…an easy drive…especially when you’re looking for a certain type of store.

Getting my drift???

As I drove, I saw the Super Dome (famous site of Hurricane Katrina victims):

I also saw this lovely church:

The streets in New Orleans are very quaint:

And then I parked the car and made my way down the street to this place:

I consider it my mission to inspect yarn stores across the country and give you a review of them.  Can you tell that I’m trying to justify my latest adventure??

Here’s the view you get when you walk in:

To your right is the “Sale Room.”

Everything in the Sale Room was 50% off.  Here’s another picture of it, so you can see all of the lovelies in the room:

As you continue further in the store, you see, to the right, shelving with lots of books and magazines:

As you pass the shelving, you see the following, along the left side of the store, extending towards the back:

This is just one section of that wall on the left:

And on the right side:

The right side of the store is a sock knitter’s paradise.  This is an entire section dedicated to Koigu sock yarn:

And here’s a section of various other sock yarns.  The right section of this wall is all Tofutsies…the most colors I’ve ever seen in one store:

Here’s a couple of gals I spent time talking to.  The lady in front was learning how to knit in the round.  Her ribbing looked amazing for a first-time knitter!  The gal behind her works at the store and was providing instruction and encouragement to the other gal.  She was quite knowledgeable, friendly, and enabled me in my purchase (you’ll see later in this post).  Her blog is here.

So, with all of that fabulous yarn, whatever was I going to do?  It would have been rude to walk out without getting anything.  Especially after everyone had been helping me pick my jaw off the floor.  I mean, I’m from a small town where such delicious yummies do not exist!

Here’s what I got:

And here are close-ups of the yarn.  I have to say that the Misti Alpaca was a total splurge.  Once I touched it, I knew I had to have it.  I am already feeling it around my neck.  I will cast on for a scarf tomorrow when I get home from LA.

Misty Alpaca - Colorway is Marvelous

Misti Alpaca - Colorway is "Marvelous"

The Koigu was too much to pass up.  All of the Koigu was beautiful!  The colors are vibrant.  I selected a solid color to give me more leeway in pattern selection:

Koigu

And the last purchase is Boomerang.  The colorway is White Zifandel.  I bought it because it’s worsted weight, and I am going to use it when my friend Christina (Rabbitrescuer) and I make socks.  I’m going to walk her through her first sock pattern, and she wants to use worsted weight.  I wanted to make my life easier and not have to adjust the pattern for thinner yarn.  Sure, whatever excuse works, eh?  And besides that, because it’s worsted weight, I’ll be able to get two pairs of socks out of the 320 yard skein.  Ha!  Two for the price of one, eh?

Boomerang - White Zifandel

Boomerang - White Zifandel

Now, I have to tell you that after I left the store, my head felt like it was in a fog…in a good way.  I have never gotten to visit such a fabulous yarn store.  The assortment of goodies was vast.

I called a friend and shared my giddiness.  She totally understood.

Yarn shopping is a sensory experience, as many of you know.  First, you experience visual satisfaction as your eyes lay sight of vibrant colors.  It’s like a mosaic, with all of the colors combining to form a masterpiece.

Yarn shopping is also about touch.  As you roll the yarn between your fingers, you envision yet-to-be-worked projects.  Will this make a good scarf, you wonder to yourself.  What about a pair of socks?  How will this feel on my feet? Your mind starts working overtime as it tries to process the visions placed before it.  Will a hat be warm if I use this yarn?

Yes, shopping for yarn is an uplifting experience.  It’s as if you are transported to a time of innocence and wonder, much like that of a child’s when something is brand new.  If leaves you filled with joy that’s difficult to explain to a non-yarney.