In my grief and despair, I turned to yarn shopping. Who doesn't, in troubling times? The yarn smorgasbord her in Oslo is a little limited... there are lots of totally great, solid, yarns coming out of Scandinavia that I really respect. Socks, colorwork sweaters ... this place has a long venerable history of keeping itself warm with sheep hair. But the yarn shops around here are a little light on the squishy sweet, twinkly-tinkly hand-painted yarns that make your eyes salivate. So, while browsing at Bente's Butikk, I decided to spring for a skein of Rowan Tapestry. I'd admired it before, at Uldstedet in Copenhagen.
Initially, I was in love.
Then, the honeymoon ended and my suave lover turned out to be coarse, hairy-backed and stubbly chinned. And too short.
Summation: boo to Rowan Tapestry. Expensive, coarse and scratchy, and pilly after barely a month's use. Pilly in that way that isn't really pills, like you can't pull them off. Just a halo of fuzz. But not in that nice mohair way. Just ugly dread-locky fuzz.
2 comments:
gah! sad lost little mermaid mitts, I had no idea! And then to replace them with new special yarn and the time that goes into working through the pattern once again only to be disappointed - words fail me.
Poor mermaids, lost. Maybe they're hanging out with my Kureyon scarf? It was the colour of the sea.
Absolutely agree on the Tapestry, it's just not as nice as it leads you on to be.
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