I have been steadily knitting through the stash, heading for the day that there is room in my box, which is going to be very, very soon. I had a small, joyous setback on Monday. Ursula gave me a skein of her hand dyed sock yarn, as a birthday present. And what could be better than a skein of yarn by one of the most talented dyers I've come across, who is not (yet) selling her yarn widely?
Not only is she a talented dyer, but the base is BFL/nylon. It feels like a sock yarn should, like it will wear well, and just get stronger with time. And then she passed around some yarn she was destashing. I though I would be fine, after all, what do I need? Then this amazing, hyperactive mix of pinks and reds found its way into my bag.
Still, by the end of the week I will have taken 6 skeins of sock yarn out of the box, in the last month, so it's six steps forward, two steps back. And what an unmissible two steps they are!