Life's a Stitch

So, I’m knitting with Touch Me. Enter male family members. After a good feel, Chuck and Bryant want underwear knitted from it. We are a weird family. But seriously, Touch Me is soft as a puppy’s tummy, a lamb’s ear or a tulip petal. The colour is deep as the midnight sky. See, Sister Marion? I memorized my parts of speech, similes use "like" or "as" and metaphors are an implied connection. It’s been a long time since 7th grade. I do have a memory!

Too bad Touch Me is what I consider a mortgage the house yarn. I was in a yarn shop and the owner and I were discussing possible uses for the stuff. Sally Melville’s book has a pattern that calls for 22 skeins of Touch Me. Let’s see, 22 times $14.50. She said she’d be glad to sell it to me. What are the current interest rates?

Later in the day:

Knitting away, I’m glad I have access to other knitters because I’d be  panicking right about now having spent a fortune on Touch Me and finding that it’s full of worms. Ripped it out and started again, but alas, the worms are still crawling. I have been reassured that they disappear with the felting process. I don’t get it, though, the label says dry clean only, but Sally Melville, for example, says to felt the heck out of it. I’ve seen finished products and they are beautiful.