It seems that there is a way to be able to predict the arrival of autumn that has nothing to do with calendar pages or even the beginning of the new school year. Indeed, I can tell that fall is imminent when I start getting twitchy about all the things that I must knit right now. This feeling usually comes out of nowhere, and generally arrives at the tail end of a summer spent being totally unmotivated to sit with an almost finished adult sized wool sweater spread across my lap in 85 degree heat.
I had a Quince & Co. gift certificate hanging out in my inbox from my birthday last year, and last week finally felt the need to put it to use. I had been saving it to buy yarn for a sweater for Z., but didn't want to end up knitting an 18 month size garmet only for him to outgrow it overnight. But he is pretty much enormous now, and can easily rock a 2T, so I decided it was time to go for it, and ordered enough yarn to knit a size 4. The yarn arrived the end of last week, and is hanging out in an old sap bucket, looking pretty and perfect and trying very hard to tempt me away from finishing my Tea Leaves. Which, after having to rip out the sleeve I almost had finished night before last, wouldn't take much. Just saying. The siren song of brand new yarn is a force to be reckoned with.
Of course Mr. Shark Pajamas here has also discovered the soft and squishy bundles of yarn, and they have now had to be placed on a shelf just out of his reach. I can only watch him attempt to feed them to the dog so many times, people.
Yarning Along with Ginny today.