Yarn porn

Yarn makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Sometimes I think I knit not because I get to make things for people and keep my hands occupied at the same time but because I get to play with warm, fuzzy skeins of yarn.

Thanks to the Stitch 'n Bitch day calendar my best friend Moira bought me for Christmas, I can drool over yarn once a week, when I get to the yarn distributor page.

This week, Spritely Goods was showcased.

The yarn artist, Stephanie Martin, hand-dyes her own yarns and makes unique soaps featuring felted wool built into the bars- a built in washcloth. The site also provides reasonably priced bamboo needles and crochet hooks, kitchen ware and crafting kits.

There are also ready-made gifts for those not knitting-inclined and patterns for those who are.

My favorite yarn featured on the site is Bumbleberry. The club kid in me wants it for new hair extensions; the beads strung onto it just add another dimension of yumminess.

Just from drooling over Martin's supplies for a few days, I have to worry for my wallet. It's empty now; it might be even worse in the future. One day, I'm going to be one of those scary cat ladies who knits and doesn't see the futility of trying to keep her cats from peeing in her many stacked boxes of yarn. Then, one day while reaching for a box of Merino, my boxes will topple and I'll be smothered. Hopefully, my fresh corpse will keep those cats alive for a few more weeks and the smell will alert the neighbors that something is wrong.