Perhaps "the yarn yeller" would have been more appropriate, but despite the truthfulness of it, it just didn't flow and was completely lacking grace. As a quasi-hippie/new age/metaphysical kind of girl, I like to believe in the power of positive thinking. Therefore if I tell myself that I am the yarn whisperer, perhaps the day will come that as I glide my needles (Lantern Moons, of course. I may not be a yarn snob, but I have turned out to be a needle snob.) over and around my yarn, my intention for the yarn to become a beautiful finished product will flow into the yarn and the yarn will realize that I am the master and will submit to me. The yarn and I will become one and we will work together until a magnificent work of art has been created. Now, sometimes that does happen for brief moments in time. The reality of it, though, is that I mutter, yell at, and cuss at the yarn when it is being obstinate. When this occurs, my family thinks I am talking to them and I have to respond with, "No, I was talking to the yarn." So. Anyhow. Welcome to the new blog of the yarn whisperer wanna be from Peachtree City. I hope that I may be able to impart something useful from time to time and if not, I hope I can at least be entertaining.
Namaste.
2 comments:
Welcome to the blogging world, Duch. It looks great!
ya know, there's some other girl who is also the yarn whisperer and I came close to chunking the idea and becoming "the duchess of knit". lol.
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