So a little bit ago, I was raving to Opal about Stephen West's patterns. Because I'm in love with his patterns. Seriously - his attention to detail makes my inner perfectionist sing.
Being the good friend that I am, I show (ok, I gush to) her the Herbivore. She was all "Oh, that's pretty." Obviously, home girl was not feeling my enthusiasm, because in my mind I'm thinking, "Pretty? It's freaking awesome!!". So I moved on and let it rest. It's ok that she failed to flip out over the shawl like I did. Right?
I've spent countless hours plotting what the hell I am going to knit the pretty thing with.
Then, out of the blue, Opal announces she's cast on for the Herbivore.
I promptly called her a bitch and decided it was time to get my act together and knit the damned thing myself.
I have been loving on a skein of Woolmeise for over a year. I am absolutely in love with the colors, and have toyed with the idea of socks for a while. I even thought about messing with the Clapotis. (Which, by the way I had sworn I would not knit for reasons I shall keep to myself)
This morning, I caked up my pretty yarn for the Herbivore. I can't think of a better pattern for the yarn, or a better yarn for the pattern.
So before I went to bed, I caked it up and had happy dreams.