Scialle Rustica

On Tuesday before SnB I went yarn shopping at Black Sheep in SLC. I have an odd fascination with winding my yarn into center-pull balls (which is lame, because once I wind them, they're always too tight to pull from the center). I guess it reminds me of kittens, which I have begged for since I married Ryan but will never have because of his allergies. But who needs a kitten when you have one of these:



The black and the green will become an alien scarf for my brother (who got back together with Fluffy yesterday, by the way. Some break-up, huh?), and the purple yarn will go into the stash for later. My next WIP is the Windy City Scarf, which I'm making out of yarn (drum roll please) called Peace Fleece! I am going to call this yarn "rustic," which really just means it will probably be really itchy. But I couldn't resist because of the name and the gorgeous color combinations. Apparently the company helps with post-Cold War European development and helps historic enemies cooperate and prosper through trade, though I don't really know the details. One way or another, I can say I have a scarf made of Peace Fleece and can tell my liberal friends at USU that in my own small way I too am socially conscious and making an effort to contribute to global development.



Also, I did not have time to post this Wednesday, but Shanda's muppet scarf is completed (right on time too, because she has been very sick and is in need of a pick-me-up and this oughtta do it). If you are wondering why I have muppets on the brain, here are two reasons:



Yes, I live in a land of Elmo and Cheerios, and I love it.