Mountain Colors was my first “sin yarn”; those budget-busting beautiful yarns from small independent dyers. The ones that make you realize that the stuff your local craft store is second-rate. I fell in love with it just after I started knitting. Their Mountain Goat is my favorite…the sheen and the depth of color just make want you to fondle it and smell it and immerse yourself in it. That’s why you knit it–so you can wrap yourself in it. (not to mention, of course, that their colors are named after things I love: mountain thunderstorms, osprey, redtailed hawks,…)
For the first time in 15 years, I’m on a road trip by myself. Wolfie & I decided to go see where the magic happens. The staff of Mountain Colors was wonderful, and they just let us hang and watch. Wolfie got to hide in all of his favorite places and we both reveled in the color. Everywhere you look the colors have left their mark–it’s as if a slightly deranged mother nature had learned how to use her wand by practicing on the studio.
And if it couldn’t get any better–tonight I get to go back for a dyeing workshop! Wheeeee!
(addendum: the dyeing workshop was wonderful fun–I have 2 custom skeins of yarn and met a really nice new group of knitters, 3 of whom were escapees from the DC area-smart people!)
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