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Debbi (cockeyed the sockateer) and her trusty companion Susan (ettamea the sockateer) headed out of here on Monday, bright and early for the Santa Clara Convention Center and all things Stitches West.

Deb’s feathered companion is not EttaMae. I always feel bad that I do not get to go, so this time I went in my chicken form. Debbi was a little apprehensive, but if you check her twitter feed you will see that a clucking good time is being had by all.

Look I even got some knitting in.

Deb and Susan rock the whole booth set up thing pretty hard. All creative and beautiful and in a timely efficient manner topped with maybe some wacky fun.

See!  Makes you want to give then a round of applause, a big smooch, a drink, a cock-a-doodle-doo or hey I know, maybe a bonus.

I have to say dearest sockateers I’m am pretty flippin’ touched, thrilled and thankful in so many ways for the two of you.

Are we ready to sell some yarn??

Oh yeah!

Also on the new “hey look at these cool bags front” we have brought with us these great bags. We think these are a pretty smart design concept and they are also cute. We are lovin’ ours so we thought we would bring some with us in order to spread the word and the knit love.  Thanks for entrusting your lovely work with us Gillian.

Aren’t they cute! We were thinking the big one would be awesome for colourwork and the smaller one for just about anything sockish.

Hope everyone has a tightly plied good time. Give my lovely sockateers a cluck for me ok?

yarn dream part 2

Where the skein of yarn’s, who is now a ball of yarn, world view does a loop d’ loop right into the deep end of the stash basket.

You will recall when last we were together, I had quite the transformative shape changing experience. Now here I sit in a brand new spherical form that I am pretty sure is a little sexy, and in a new homey spot that is all warm and cozy, but is certainly not my shelf. Just between you and me I kind of miss my shelf. I am trying to be all brave and embrace the adventure of it all, but I had a great view of the kitchen from there and could watch the whole family play. Oh well, maybe I will get back for a visit sometime.

I am watching knitter root around in a really big basket with that determined yet puzzled expression she often has when she is working that I find ever so charming and endears her to me in ways I cannot describe.

I wonder what she is up to?  Her needles are right here beside me so…?

Think I’ll have a look around while knitter is busy. I have a feeling she is going to be awhile.

There sure is a lot more going on in this room. Lots of pretties and baskets and bags and hey, wait a minute.  Oh my goodness, these baskets, bags, table tops… are full of skeins and balls of yarn like me.  (Well not like me because really, I am quite the ball of yarn.) I knew I was not knitter’s one and only. I knew there were more like me. I’m not under plied, I get it. But you should see this place there are a lot more. Now that I have a good look around I see that we are everywhere.

It is one thing to know you are not alone and quite another to see you are not, in a grain of sand kind of way, alone.

Whoa, I wonder if knitter has a problem. Do you think she has a problem?  Nooo how silly of me. Of course she doesn’t how could you have too much of all of this warm cozy colourful goodness just sitting around patiently waiting to be knit. 

I wonder if all knitters homes look like this?  Hmmm… I wonder if this means that the daydream I have of a huge space with skeins like me in all kinds of colours, hanging all over the walls and from the rafters is real and not a dream after all. I wonder if that is home, where we all come from?

Ok finally, here comes knitter with that look, a book and I bet a plan… .

Yup looks like there is a part three. Sorry seems like ball who was a skein has a lot to say. I think my dream opened cracked open a door.

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.