Wollmeise, the joy and the sorrow

This week saw two noteworthy Wollmeise events in my life.

My first delivery from the Friday updates arrived. It comes in a fancy bag with German to English knitting terms on it:

I really wanted laceweight to make Laar:

This is stunning wool. It's so squishy and smooth, and the colour is divine. When I showed Leon he held it for a while, like it was a teddy bear. I actually dreamt about this yarn last night.

To offset the postage, and because I could, I also bought 3 skeins of sock wool:

I think I'll use the two blues to make some colourwork mitts and a matching hat.
The package looked pretty, smells amazing, came with a free sock pattern and was delivered fairly quickly.

Now the sorrow:

I knit this Wollmeise sock earlier this year. I've largely worn it around the house. I have read that wearing socks on carpet is worse than in shoes, because the carpet abrades the fibres, but I was quite upset at this. The other one has almost worn through too. I'll darn it and it will be fine, but I think I will not make anymore house socks out of Wollmeise.

So there it is, the ups and the down, the joy and the sorrow, and a free picture of my heel.