You’ve heard this story before – new knitter, doesn’t know what a decent yarn is, gets sucked in by the cheap, bright acrylic ones she sees at the shop and buys a bunch. She’s not very good a knitting, and then realises her mistake when she tries to knit with the new stuff and it splits like mad. Yarn gets stored away from view, never to be seen. The shame, the shame!
That was two years ago. I just couldn’t bring myself to throw this fibre away, despite knowing how awful it was (I’m that cheap), but it was taking up precious storage space. What to do? I pretended it was some exotic wonderful thing that was too precious to even touch, all the while asking the Gods of Decent Fibre to show me the way.
Enter an Instagram user asking for squares for a yarn bombing. Materials, technique and size were inconsequential, and after the event the squares would be separated again to make blankets for a dog charity. If you know me, you’ll know that animal charities are my kryptonite. I jumped at the opportunity to help, and I knew the best fibre would be that neglected acrylic stuff I had – it doesn’t need special washing, lasts forever, and would be ace at keeping dogs warm.
I was nonetheless cringing internally. That splitty yarn, ew! I still remembered what a nightmare it was trying to use it. I’d just have to suck it up.
Now here’s where I have to do a Mea Culpa – turns out the culprit was the needles I was using, not the yarn. Now that I use sharp pointy needles instead of the 80s blunt ones my mother lent me, this yarn was actually not bad at all. It was also squishy and rather soft. My world was tilting.
Needless to say, I became obsessed with finishing up all the balls I had.
The squares I knitted for the other charity have long been sent, but I’ve managed to make a few more, and now want to make a blanket that I’ll send to yet another animal charity. This will help me with this year’s resolution to do some gift knitting, I’ll get back stash space (not for long, I suspect), and I’ll get rid of acrylic yarn in my house (hey, just because I’m enjoying this doesn’t mean I’m not a yarn snob still.)
I only have a hank and a half to go. This is starting to remind me of my sock frenzy – no rest until all the remnants are gone. “Out, out, you damn spot.” (I’m quoting Shakespeare – owning up to acrylic is getting to my head.)
I hope the charity I choose has chihuahuas, because that’s all I think my blanket will keep warm.
Oh, and sorry for the terrible photos. The days are definitely shorter here so unless I remember to take pictures in the morning (right!) this is what I get. First World problems.