Tangled up in blue
The blue yarn I was reunited with yesterday turns out to be even more interesting than I first thought. One skein was still completely intact, complete with the manufacturer’s label, the color code, and the dye lot number. The gossamer 100% wool yarn is something known as “SwaLaine,” which was manufactured by the Pre-Knit company. The name itself is a play on the word “swan,” with a black swan silhouette appearing on the label. One old-school knitter noted that SwaLaine has not been sold since the early 1990’s, making any available skeins extremely precious.
I’m thrilled to be working with a magnificent vintage yarn, and yet…
…this is sending the worst possible message to the recalcitrant, hoarding portion of my brain. “Hang on to this, it might turn out to be precious some day,” whispers the clutter magnet in my head. As I knit, I try to keep reminding myself that even a stopped clock still tells the right time twice a day, so I should ignore the little voice behind the curtain. The ugly duckling may grow up to be a swan, but random detritus is not going to spin itself into SwaLaine.
Or so I tell myself, even if part of me still stubbornly refuses to believe it.
