Saturday I accompanied a friend to the Estes Park Wool Market, an annual event in Estes Park, Colorado. She mostly went to pet the animals, but I was excited to see what yarn they would have on offer. (With apologies to those of you who raise them, I think sheep are disgusting, goats slightly more tolerable and alpacas adorable, though I still don't want to touch them.)
At a stall operated by Interlacements of Colorado Springs my friend spotted a knitted-up sample of the Squirrel Monkey Sweater:
"Could you knit that?" she asked.
"Sure," I replied, fingering the beautiful hand-dyed wool and wishing I could afford it.
"How much yarn would it take?"
As we discussed it, another customer overheard our conversation and extracted a printed yarn estimator from her bag. While the three of us discussed that, one of the vendors offered the printed pattern, which more or less confirmed what we had collectively decided. So my friend, asking again if I would really be willing to knit the sweater for her, picked out enough yarn in a lovely dark forest green and got in line to pay for it. When she finally finished at the cashier's and walked back over to me with her purchase, she exclaimed, "I must be out of my mind!" and showed me the receipt for almost $200. (The pattern was free.)
So anyway, I get to work with some absolutely gorgeous yarn that would otherwise be well beyond my budget, and all it will cost is time that I would have spent knitting anyway. I teased my friend all the way home, saying "What if I f*ck it up," but of course that won't happen. I can't wait to wind the yarn into balls and start knitting a swatch.
I also got some nice multi-colored rayon-flax for my own stash. No plans for it, but it was just too cheerful and soft to pass up.