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18 year old yarns

So I'm off, with Little Bit in tow, for two weeks to my parents house. When I return B-ill will have (i hope) set up a seperate page for all my yarn porn, perhaps with the intent of decreasing the amount living at my house (ie. selling?), but definitely with the intent of decreasing the yarn porn content and increasing the witty banter content on the front page of my blog, and no jokes about that not being the answer to increased witty banter, but rather someone who's banter is more witty. Yeah, I figure not everyone wants to read about the ins and outs of each and every yarn I spin. Plus, I feel like I never get to talk about my knitting, and I've got knitting, baby! lots o kintting. But since that hasn't happened yet, here's some more yarn! The above pic is called corporeal glee and here's a glorious close up of it's 75 yards of bulky purple/blue/green merino with uncarded red and green bits, and long stripes of red thick and thin supercoils, plied with purple nylon. It's well, corporeal glee!

Then there's 150 more yards of dead pool, except in Romney. And 175 yards of 2-ply merino makes eater. So lovely and soft and purple-y. Of course, there's the self striping merino goodness of 85 yards of single smorfin and 55 yards of a bulkier and interesting self-striping 2-ply double-smorfin. Okay, no more yarn, I promise.

Also when I get back I'll be back in the saddle so to speak. My last university final was 2 weeks before Little Bit was born. I haven't been back since. This september I step into the hallowed halls of learning once again and I'm nevous and excited as hell, or as a freshie. I changed my major from Economics to art with a focus on craft and fiber. Yeah, big change. Plus it puts me in school another year and a half instead of a year. The reason for my nerves is that, even though I'm doing craft and fiber, I have to (get to) take all the traditional art classes -- drawing, painting, on into sculpture, metalsmithing etc. These are things I've not done too much. Drawing? The last good drawing I did was out of a kids how to draw book and it was of a twinkie fishing from a wooden boat, for filling, with a pencil-pole. Oh yeah, and a dinosaur watched him from the shore. Clearly I will not be at the top of my Drawing101 class. It's nerve-inspiring, I'll be in there with 18 year olds artists, people who can actually paint and shit. Yikes! If I was 20 I could never do it, never put myself in a situation where I wasn't the best in my class, the highest grade etc. However, at 30, I'm okay with it, really. I am. Really. A chance to learn, right?

Plus, 18 year olds. Yum.