Through finagling, relentless pursuit, perhaps a little bribery and the Witness Protection Program a ticket to the inaugural Yarn Ball was secured. Oh how we laughed. Oh how we triumphed.
Amazing things. Cassie finished a most handsome pair of fancy gentleman's socks in a very sophisticated Trekking colorway. Right there in front of us, Ta Da! Socks. Beauty. Her cashmere Clapoti? Dang.
Our host is a pusher of the nicest kind, in fact every kind. There was drink, there was food, there was yarn, there was knitting! (Okay, and yours truly did a little ripping. But only in order not to tempt the gods. Strictly in order you see. NO changes of intent or fuck ups. No sir. Not here.)
What was I working on? An alpaca aubergine. This is what survived.
I'll have a better chance of expressing the true color when the camera gets back from the Dr.'s. But it is Eggplant. I guarantee you.
There is a promise from Mr. Yarn Ball to post his salsa recipe, and oh baby when he does we are all lost because that is the shit. First it comes with a disclaimer - highly addictive. Supporting evidence was the line-up at the door and down the block of folks waiting for "a taste", "a hook up", "A chip damnit, just give me a chip to dip with! I can handle it. I can stop any time …" Forewarned is forearmed.
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