wherever you go, whatever you do, i will be right here waiting for you

my sister shipped me some yarn that's been hanging around their house for 9 years. it arrived today.

i bought it when i was living in boston in either late 1996 or early 1997 - there was definitely snow EVERYWHERE. i went to a yarn shop barely west of boston - i took the D line outbound a few stops. it was tiny, it was cozy, it was warm, they were helpful. either in chestnut hill or brookline...

i bought it and an aran sweater pattern - now hopelessly lost and was going to knit an aran sweater, by golly. i bought this 5 states and umpteen addresses ago. it was waiting for me to be ready for it. what a faithful lover is yarn...

i never did. i wound one skein into a ball and forgot about it. my sister tried to learn to knit from that ball o' yarnyness. it's a grapey-bluey purpley color (the color's pretty true on my monitor):

(ernie's my equivalent of the US Postal Inspection Service)

and it appears that i've been obsessed with brown sheep for quite some time:

it, for all intents and purposes, feels like lamb's pride worsted... that wool and mohair blend to which i always come back.

i have 16 oz. woot!

they also sent me a vitamin c peel from philosophy, the cell phone charger i left there over christmas, and a button i made in what appears to be 8th grade.

remind me sometime to tell you about the genesis of my cow obsession. but semaphoria may have to tell you where muffinhead came from as i either forgot or blocked it from my memory.