Play With Your Toys Dammit!

Since I started the new job, my brain cells were used to learn and I haven't been reading or posting. I miss y'all even if all the cool kids went to camp at Ravelry. Do I really need to link to it?
Seems every time I take a small hiatus from blogging, I miss major events in every one's lives. I hate when that happens. Don't you love that WTF feeling?

When I first got the job, I treated myself to 2 purchases of yarn. I'm waiting for Revenge to come any time now, and I'm having much fun perusing patterns for it. I'm also on the verge of an FO that is actually larger than a dishcloth! I may even be able to wear it in public.

While I was still trying to strike a balance in life between the job and the toys, something wonderful arrived from Jessie’s store. The color is called Tie Dye and it's the only one of its kind. Let me just say na na na nana na :p
It was one of those rare times when I happened to be browsing the store and it was just put up. I was devastated when I, in a rush to get my hands on the yarn, snipped three stands in the hank while cutting the package open. I wanted to slap myself. Luckily, the snips were close enough together that I lost only 12 inches and have only 1 knot linking it back together. Duh, the packaging had a perforated strip to open it. Fiber induced frenzy there.

Anyway, behold the colors of Tie Dye!

I made yarn spaghetti. Someone really needs to buy me a swift please.



Then I made a yarn cake.



This is a nice fingering weight superwash that feels so fine. And get this. It was dyed by an 8 year old. Gawd. I sure hope she takes up pattern designing, imagine.

I have 500 things to talk about, yet I can't seem to put a sentence together. I'm quite happy, but feel quite subdued. My 8th sense tells me something ominous is afoot. ~snort~Isaidafoot