The HMS Toyota Corolla (hereafter known as Tess) has suffered a tragic series of setbacks and must be overhauled to the tune of $2575. Yeah, that's right, there's no decimal there. That's a period. Happy. New. Year. Or, Do You Want Lube With That?
This insures that I'll be absolutely broke for the near future. Well, really, all year. Maybe for several years. Unless I win lotto. Probably. So to convince myself that things are really okay and I am not suddenly going to RUN OUT OF YARN OMG!!!!1! I am taking this picture and will refer back to it when I start to panic about my stash. Really, it is not the Season Of Yarn Famine Hell. I will not be staring in the windows of yarn stores clutching my book of matches while snow falls outside. "Self," I tell myself. "It will be OOOOOKAY. Chill."
Probably I will not run out of sock yarn this year. And if I do, there are bins of roving and other yarns, like laceweight and worsted and DK, which could probably tide me over. I am somewhat abashed to say that I ordered 3 skeins of STR in a panic, before I decided to go through the bins and give myself a reality check.
I'm now halfway through the Handsome Painter's holiday scarf. It's now looking like it might be a Birthday Scarf. Because I suck and I'm slow and I lost it for DAYS over the winter break. I ask you, how do you lose knitting? What kind of knitter loses yarn???
here's a detail. It really IS that lustrous and haloey and wonderful and it's so soft you just want to SQUEEEESH it. Lisa Souza's El Dorado (kid mohair and silk) in "Wild Things" which is doing amazing things with this particular fiber combo.
No more pictures, because pretty much everything is stalled out hopelessly, stuffed in the Bag Of Shame and I am too ashamed to show it until I get it all moving again.