re-stash

i have been destashing for a while now; i'd stockpiled yarn for a little while, squirreling it away and have gradually worked through it over the course of the last couple of weeks. well, we were interrupted by the noro niji for a minute or 20 but i have otherwise not gotten new yarn recently.
until today.
in a huge leap of getting out and actually driving, i visited yarn garden. (i was going to put a link in there but the blogger and i are not getting along at the moment. it wants to continue the link, indefinitely and i'm not fighting with it at the moment. www.yarngarden.net. there.)
and i was hemming and hawing on several things, trying to decide if i really want to work with little bitty thin yarn right now. i think soon, but not just yet. i blanked everything else out and just followed my color eyes and found an intense red pink purple. it's called orchid, but it makes me think of retina-searing azaleas down in texas. i have some gorgeous roving that i got in alaska over the holidays, in a teal (color i'm loving right now) and a nice orange/brown that has some little azalea pink flecks in it and the teal too. it may sound funky but when i just wrote that, i saw the idea i'm going for and it will not be easy for me to put that one up for sale, if indeed i do.


and then other errands intervened, and finding myself on the northeast (kind of) side of town, i went to (see it's doing it again and i am annoyed and unable to fix it) grr.
so i went to close knit. i haven't been there as many times as i've been to yarn garden, as yg is walking distance from where i live.
and lo and behold, they had their big worktable in the back, covered in yarn. all 40% off. their destash = my restash. it's a great shop, though a little more compact than yg and they have a lot of wool. i talked myself out of a couple of things, namely this hotpink wool silk blend with little light pink slubs(?) in it. it felt incredible and was nice, and on sale. but reason prevailed. i don't think it'd be useful until next winter and it was awful loud to keep around until then.
i touched some cashcotton that i liked a lot, but it seemed to have a lot of acrylic in it. that actually happened with several yarns- they looked great and felt wonderful, but were over 10% or so synthetic. and i've fixed this as kind of being a guidepost, for some reason. and there's so much lovely looking and fanciful yarn out there, but most of the animals that make the yarn i use, well, their poop is pretty good for the soil. not so much, chemical plants.
and i know cotton's pretty intensively fertilized and herbicided- i'm trying to get more and more organic as i go.

today was pretty much the first time that ever felt like a sacrifice, like i wasn't working with something that aesthetically, shallowly, i'd like to work with. some of the louisa hardings, oh my goodness, there was a two-dollar bin with this awesome sequined yarn, but it was polyester. but TWO DOLLARS?!? unheard of for this stuff. but i was unable to give in, and left with some cotton/silk, some wool/mohair, a stray almost lilac superwash fuzzy merino (for a baby something, i think) and some gorgeous golden buff color bamboo.
okay. nevermind, seeing it written like that, i realize, it was no sacrifice at all.

commentary on these yarns upcoming, to be sure.

*on an unrelated side note, a person for whom i write has requested a head-shot type picture of me. turns out, i don't have one of those. i use my camera a million kittens a week and have a billion pictures of myself, but they're all uninhibited or very posed myspace type pictures. there's probably a whole generation of us, with this easy advent of digital cameras. cameras have generally always encouraged the shy to retreat and the hams among us to be ridiculous (think bunny ears, tongue sticking out, wacky off center poses) but i would think that the digital photo era, combined with the internet has really layered the ridiculous onto the sublime.