Bleeding heart...

So there's a yarn shop just up the road here on this Puget Sound island on which we live, and I don't know how I feel about it. The owner is very nice, but she's not a business-minded person, nor does she have any sense of presentation for her shop, nor does she have color-sense. The shop is a bit like going into the humane society of yarns. I want to divert her attention so I can scoop up as many skeins as I can carry and run like hell out of there!

That said, there aren't really any yarns there I would knit with. I just feel sorry for them. Does yarn have feelings? Do they know they're being mistreated? Do they shudder at their bin mates who are not anywhere near the same fiber content or complimentary color scheme? Sigh. Call me a bleeding heart for yarn... but not a RED HEART yarn if y'know what I mean.

So this very sweet, albeit not savvy, shop owner has asked me to teach some classes and knit some shop samples. One is this Noni bag:



which is not a bad bag, it's kind of fun... but she picked out the colors and they are NOT fun. I suggested a couple combinations, but she decided she liked her choices, even though in the same breath she said, "Color is NOT my thing!" Having known her for just over a week I could not bring myself to say, "But it's MY thing!" because I was raised right, which means never having to say what you really want to say. Sigh.

The colors are eggplant and ocean blue. I kid you not. They are not in the same family. The eggplant is warm, the blue is of the green family. It hurts to look at it. It also hurts to knit it... seriously, my wrist is starting to swell. It's a cable pattern that makes the lattice, and working with double strands somehow makes my wrist have to contort into an unnatural position.

I'm on round 21. I have to do 53 rounds to get to the top. Then there's the circular bottom. I won't tell you what handles she chose. I'm just going to quietly weep as I persevere through this project and then find reasons to never knit for her again.