Hussy

Dear yarn,

When I walked into that yarn store 2 months ago, I wasn't looking for you-- I didn't need you, I didn't need anything. I was there to pass the time and to inspire me to get to work on what I already had so that I could appreciate it and love it more. But there you were, with all your boldness, all your brightness and all your charms blatently on display. Before I knew it, I'd gathered you up, paid for you and wisked you home.

That should have been enough to appease you, shouldn't it? After all, you now had a home, friends and a place to rest. But you had other plans-- you weren't going to make friends, you weren't going to integrete with the others, you felt you didn't belong and you were bound and determined not to stay long enough to become just another peice of the stash.

I have to say, you carried it a bit far when you kept interrupting me while I was working on the Mexico City Tunic, you knew that I couldn't get more yarn for that without ordering-- you knew that it was important to me to make sure that the investment of that yarn didn't go to waste, but you didn't care-- you wanted the stardome-- you wanted my undivided attention and you were not going to be silenced until you got it.

Well, you got your wish, I found the perfect pattern for you, I cast you on and I worked feverishly for 5 days to be done with you-- and you cooperated for it doesn't seem like you just wanted attention--but you desired to be taken out and shown off. I must admit, after all we've been though, I should despise your manipulation, I should be ashamed to be seen with a floozie such as yourself. I should, but I love you and for the moment, you are my favorite sweater.

and I'd love to show you off right now, but the blogger seems to be as tempermental as you.