Harrogate isn’t the sort of place to go mad, normally. It’s a spa town with a reputation for being quite posh and a bit twee. But once a year when thousands of women descend on the conference centre for the four day Knitting and Stitching Show, it’s easy to get led astray. And I was. Big time.
I visited the show last Sunday and came away with 1.2kg of yarn. And that’s after making a resolution, only a few weeks ago, not to buy any more until I had got my stash down to a sensible level. All I can say in my defence is at least I didn’t buy any fabric.
Some of the yarn is acid yellow. How mad is that? But I think it will look fabulous with dark grey.
And the worst of it is, the very next day my dear husband’s sister dropped a large hint that her own DH needs a woolly hat for Christmas, and could I possibly knit a cowl for her stepdaughter too, and said stepdaughter’s daughter would like a new hat as well, so as not to feel left out. The colour and fibre-content requirements for all three items are very specific and I don’t have any suitable yarn. (Proof, if any were needed, that no matter how big your yarn/fabric stash is, you always need more.) So now I’m going to have to go round all the local yarn shops to see if I can find what’s wanted, and then get knitting.
My own knitting project, the Saint Remy jumper, will have to go on hold until all this Christmas knitting is done.