Yarn is weird

You know how when you look at something for a long time, it can start to look really weird?

...like when you spell a word, and you know it's spelled correctly, but all of a sudden it just looks strange?

That's how I'm starting to feel about my yarn.

I'm sure these yarns are just fine. Exactly right. Just as they should be.

And yet, they look kinda funny.


Well. In all fairness, I'm sure the yarn feels the same way about me.

Let "Operation In Sight, In Mind" commence!

I have a theory.

I developed this theory earlier today, after taking some photos of my yarn stash for Ravelry.

(I just got my invite to Ravelry, and it could not have come at a better time, since I was just talking about how if I can't see it, I forget I have it. So, I am very excited about Ravelry. But more on that in another post. Must. Tell you. About. Theory.)

My theory is this: I think there is a relationship between the amount of love I have for a yarn and my ability to take a good picture of it.

While it is certainly not always the case, I think it can be said that the more I love a yarn, the more likely it is that will I take a bad picture of it. The picture is likely to be blurry, badly composed, and just in general unremarkable. Remember those photos of the Argentina haul? Ok then.

So. With that in mind, how would you say I feel about this yarn?

I don't want to toot my own horn about this photo or anything, but here's a hint: I'm not getting married any time soon.