Assorted clicking and linking brought both Yarndex and Smileys across my screen yesterday – kinda like seeing the ocean for the first time. It was another Miranda-ish moment: Oh. My. I never knew. At nine months since I started knitting, yarn stores are starting to feel like less overwhelming places: the more I read (thank you, knit bloggers one and all), the more I can recognize makers and their different yarns, tiny pockets of familiarity, although in terms of yarns I’ve actually knit with, the list is still miniscule.
How not to be overwhelmed all over again? Talking myself through this in terms of gardening: after 20 years of it (OK, it is so bizarre that that could possible be the right number) I can recognize a fair share of what will grow in my part of the world, and if I don’t know it, I’ve got the resources to make a reasonable guess. Of those plants, how many different ones have I actually grown myself? It must be several hundred that I know that much better, whether I’ve managed to keep them or kill them. But take me out of the temperate zone into the tropics, for example, and I’d be right back at the “it’s all green to me” stage. The yarn? It's a whole new world to be curious about.
And then today, Mason Dixon led to The Bookish Girl which led to LibraryThing. Better than sliced bread? You bet. I’ve always been meaning to talk more about books here, and now I’m thinking that even if I’m not managing to write about what I read as much as I’d like to, that part of the conversation can go on in the sidebar (after some fiddling with buttons and widgets). Plus my library will be cataloged – hooray!
First thing today, though, was three hours of weeding and watering in the garden, with the crocosmia in bloom (more orange!) and the company of this lovely creature (it’s a black swallowtail) nibbling on the fennel leaves: