La la la la la laaaa...and so on and so forth.
The other day I got my Sundara Artist's Choice sock yarn in the mail. It was a good day. Although they were all beautiful yarns, I was "meh" about the Citrus Twist, so it found a happy new home with a fellow Raveler.
See what I mean? It's pretty, it's just not my style.
I also got two skeins of Roman Toga, one of which is pictured here with a skein of Roasted Persimmon over Green Papaya from the Seasons mailing a couple of months back. They've got similar combinations of colors, but in different proportions. I like the Roman Toga well enough, but I am trading it for things which suit me even better. (Roman Toga is on the left in the photo.)
What sort of things suit me even better? Why, rich, decadent, opulent shades of brown. I was happily able to swap one of my Roman Togas for a gorgeous skein of Arabian Nights (left) with a fellow Raveler who happens to live just about 15 minutes away. The third set of skeins in my package was Royal Touch, the gold-and-brown skein on the right. I'm really hoping I can trade for or purchase a third skein; I'd love to be able to make a sweater out of it. If not, I might be able to combine it with the Arabian Nights or another yarn. Decisions, decisions. Right now, though, I'm just enjoying it as the lovely bit of artwork that it is.
It seems like I'm rapidly approaching SABLE status (Stash Acquisition Beyond Life Expectancy) and I'm not even 30. Of course, I justify my stash (especially the sooper special sock stash) by reasoning that some skeins will eventually become gifts for my friends and relatives who knit. For some reason, some of the most beautiful skeins are also the most difficult to photograph, so I can also justify their existence by virtue of the challenge they pose, pushing me to improve my skills. And of course they are great inspiration for design. I even knit with them occasionally! The ultimate justification, of course, is that beauty is its own excuse.