Love is in the air. Valentine's Day is only a heartbeat away. Which is about the time I'll be able to tell you what this project is. But not now, sadly. For the time being, it's just the yarn and me, sharing some very special and romantic moments. Even though our love is secret, I just can't resist shouting it from the rooftops: I LOVE LOVE LOVE this yarn:
I can tell you that it's plump, luscious and juicy. It's got 32, count em, 32 plies of lustrous wooly goodness. I'm using US 10.5 needles, which for me might as well be telephone poles. My fingers called to let me know they appreciate the change from the skinny little frog fuzz yarn I've been knitting with lately.
No lightweights here. This yarn's got back. Got some junk in its trunk. Just more of it to love, baby. Being well-upholstered is nothing to be ashamed of, when you wear it like this skein. Dead Sexy yarn.
If loving it is wrong, I don't want to be right.
Oh, and if you guess what this yarn is, I still can't tell you until the pattern is published next month, but you will have my undying respect.