Yarn Dreams

yarn dream part 1

I had one of the best dreams ever in the wee hours of this morning. I dreamt I was yarn. A skein of sock yarn. My sock yarn. 
The dream starts with me sitting on a shelf above a desk. It is where I live as this skein of yarn and have for quite sometime. I feel pretty treasured because my knitter talks to me while she works.Tells me her woes, bounces ideas around and sometimes will even sing me a song. She will take me down every once in awhile to pet me, admire my colours and then tell me what a pretty skein of yarn I am. (I love it when she does this) She then explains to me why she has not been able to bring herself to knit with me. How she is not ready, if she balls me up all my colours do different things and she will never see me this way again. How when she casts on all those knit possibilities that I had for her are gone.  I do believe she feels a little guilty.  I wish I could tell her it is fine because really I have grown as attached to her as I think she is to me. I kind of like my shelf home. I feel a bit like a yarn princess.
I think it is a day like any other. I am sitting on my shelf listening to the everyday noises of a starting day here in my part of the world.  As usual when everything settles my knitter walks in to work. She does not sit at her desk. She is just standing there staring at me and I have to say it was a little unnerving. She then whips me off the shelf in very decisive manner and says, “ok my yarny goodness today you and I are spending the day together”.  I am shocked because seriously I have been on this shelf for quite sometime and thought I would be living here forever. I am a little scared.
She takes me to into a different room and unwraps me. She has never ever done this before. It is strangely freeing and a little disconcerting. I am then placed on this very odd looking contraption and stretched beyond anything I remember. It doesn’t really hurt just feels odd and oh so new.  Then… then she does something that I can tell means there is no going back, that my little skeiny life has just irrevocably changed. She unties my slip knot and pulls. I know you can feel it right?  The tug of change.
She hooks me up to yet another odd looking thing and then holy cow we are spinning around and around oh so fast. Oh my goodness I vaguely remember this spinning feeling from some other long ago time.
But this is different I am not quite me but not gone although the slipping away feeling is getting really hard to manage.  ohhh ... I am gone. No wait, I am still here. Yup I am here, just kind of all wound up. Wow now this is quite a feeling. So different not like myself at all, kind of round and bally.  hmmm… not sure what to make of all of this, I’m so compact.  oh look at knitter though, she is certainly pleased. And listen… she is singing. She only does this when she is really happy.  I like making her happy. I think it might be part of my yarny life purpose, this making my knitter happy.
stay tuned for part two of this dream tomorrow.

ok I have to get back to work, it’s 9:17 and Cockeyed and Etta Mae are showing up and I have to call Meg Swansen (that’s right) and then there is the accountant and answering of emails and web stuff and packing. Honestly I would so rather tell you about the rest of my dream.

Later… something to look forward to right.

Camp Cattywampus

Today is the day! Sock Camp Spots are open to the general sock knitting public.  Let’s all take a minute to appreciate and bask in the fact that there is a general sock knitting public.
Ok so today Candice out wickedly wonderous webmistress is working her magic to make it so you can go into the Rockin’ Sock Club part of the Blue Moon site and sign up for an account and purchase your session of choice of Camp Cattywampus.  There are more spaces available in Session 1 than 2 so… ready, set, go.  Once you are signed up we will give you access to the camp forum.
Since every picture does tell a story here are a few from past camps to give you a very small taste of what it is all about.  (don’t be afraid)

Where campy antics abound.

Only at Camp can a sock knitter challenge her knitting skills with very odd “needles”. Hear which came first the egg or the chicken told by Bordhi & McPhee . A cockeyed tale or two acted out by our Camp players.

Sock Monkeys… Circles of friends knitting in the round...creatively outrageous knits accompanied by a tale and a laugh and maybe even a tear. and… your very own knit tribe!! Seriously.

Learning. Lots and lots of knit knowledge. Sock knit knowledge. We are very serious about sock knitting.  You will be with your own kind. No one will look at you funny or not understand when you flash your socks or weep over a colourway. Nope not a sole.

If you want to come play with us.
go here: Camp Cattywampus

Session 2 is almost full!!

Show Prep

Hey all we are prepping for Madrona Fiber Arts Winter Retreat and Stitches West .

Colourway suggestions are welcome. We cannot promise that we will bring them but we will do our best.

Ready..set...suggest.