Bonita

Sometimes there comes a yarn so unutterably beautiful that it requires the dropping of all other knitterly commitments. I got two yarns in the mail today, and they were both gorgeous, but the variegated was hypnotic. I pulled it out, I got out the swift, I wound it, and I immediately began knitting a little earflap hat.

Mind you, I already had a gift hat on the needles - nay, two gift hats on the needles. One of them on the exact size of circular needle that this hat will take. But I can't help it. It's too too beautiful.

It's the yarn equivalent of the specialest boy in the world, of the chocolate cake that you can't say no to, of lavender bath salts, of a delicious Phil Wood bottom bracket (I know, that makes no sense to most of you, but trust me on this). Can't...say....no....

This hat will knit itself, and then I will marry it.

Or else I will run off to Paris with it. My bicycles will have to come along, because they are my one (or three, or four) true loves.

Or I will go to a birthday party and eat a forbidden cupcake. Or I will drink a little too much grog and sing pirate songs. Or I will dance naked in my apartment. Or I will curl up with my darling girl (cat), and blow bubbles while our problems drift by and wave to us. Hello problems. Goodbye problems.

Later:

Had a day of full-on, no-holds-barred weirdness yesterday, and somehow woke up feeling better afterwards. Perhaps it was the minimalist, yet curiously thorough, four hours of sleep I got. Perhaps it's the second day of clear winter sunshine we've got in a row.

Or it could be that friend's offer to cheer me up. You know, cheer me up. Not that I am likely to take him up on it, but it's nice to be asked. Also, after a week of bloated yuckyness, I woke up, looked in the mirror, and got hit over the head with my own fabulousness.

I just forget, you see.