I don’t like handpainted yarn. Or at least, I don’t like the things I knit with handpainted yarn. I understand the attraction: it looks so pretty in the skein. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve been lured in by a unique colour combination. Or a cool name. Or a limited edition. Or a not-so-unique colour combination in colours I love. You get the drift.
But then it comes time to knit and I end up with inevitable pooling. I’ve tried different patterns and needles, but the end result is the same: awkward stripes or big blobs of colour. I’ve seen other people’s projects where the colours flow with no pooling. I admit to
a certain amount a great deal of jealousy that they can create these wonders.
With my latest pair of socks, I think I’ve finally accepted that I am a self-striping sock knitter. I like my socks to match. It actually bothers me when I can’t make them line up.
My name is Bonnie and I don’t like handpainted yarns.
I wonder how long I’ll actually remember that.