I decided to frog some storebought sweaters to make dishcloths with my new loom. Considering how cheap and available cotton is, I am starting to think I am an idiot. I am making a silk purse into a sow's ear. Again.
Once upon a time, this shade of lettuce green was the most beautiful color in the universe. I couldn't get enough of it. I decorated my apartment with it. I bought every Martha Stewart K-Mart home decor item. It was shabby and chic.
Then I moved to Montana and went to work in the dark and drove home from work in the dark and stared at dirty snow and dead grass for far too long. I worked in a hospital with a dismal green morgue. My closet now is full of hot pink, orange, lime. My friend Angela calls me "Clown Hooker" for my color sense. I have been asked before if I am color blind.
Now that Sgt. Husband is overseas, I am drawn to a stormy, watery green/gray/blue that matches his patient eyes.
I decided to make my second stashbuster sock with a different stripe sequence. Working with four yarns for one row stripes was really irritating. From now on I limit myself to working with two balls of yarn at a time. The second sock uses the same stash yarns rolled into a ball and connected with Russian joins. I don't enjoy perfect symmetry as much as balance. Certain things strike me as right and visually interesting that a lot of people find ugly. I'm okay with that.
Anyway, I am a fan of color.