A Yarn Find At Ross

Yesterday, I joined my mother on our monthly shopping trip to Ross. The discount department store has become one of our favorite places to find name brand items and not have to pay name brand prices.

A few years ago I found a Baby Phat purse that was in season and selling at the high-end stores for around $50. I got mine for ten bucks! (I’m not usually a label chaser. Come on, I knit with no name bags of used yarn that I find in thrift stores. But there is something about getting a high-end item for dirt cheap that just feels so good!)

My mother loves the gourmet foods that sometimes end up there like turkish delights and Madagascar vanilla extracts.

Well on this trip I had in mind to buy a small crystal vase to replace the one I broke at my mother-in-law’s house. (How I broke the vase is a classified story that for now on will be known as incident HULA HOOP.)  Sadly, no vase really caught my eye. There was one vase that was shaped like what I could only figure was a constipated fish. Now while it was certainly a conversation piece, I was pretty sure I would be adding insult to injury if I presented it to my mother-in-law as a replacement piece.

Strolling through the paper/craft section of the store I started up a fight with myself. I was trying- unsuccessfully- to resist the urge to buy another journal. (I have a weakness for bounded sheets of clean blank paper.)  I attempted to distract myself with the other craft goods that lined the aisle. Among the cook books and stationery sets that looked like Tinker Bell threw up on them, something caught my eye. Purple and stringy, it was wedged between a book about stir fry and a pile of leather bound journals. I figured, as I pulled it out, that it would be one of those styrofoam balls wrapped in yarn that people like to decorate coffee tables with. But to my surprise it was an actual skein of yarn.

It was some sort of cotton yarn. I could tell that the moment I touched it. Why and how it ended up in Ross was a mystery to me. I just couldn’t fathom the idea that a yarn store would have  yarn that it couldn’t sell.  That’s like a chocolate cake going uneaten at a Weight Watcher’s meeting- it just doesn’t happen.

If seeing the yarn was a shock, what came next was equal to being hit with a taser gun. The yarn was discounted from the normal discounted price. So, if yarn in a  discount store gets discounted to clearance price- it’s that a knitter’s wet dream or something?

Needless to say, I bought it. The yarn is now safe here at home, but it’s still in the shopping bag. I figured I would give it a good grooming before I place it in the stash with the other yarns.  With the damage done to its label, I don’t want the other yarns to think I’ve been picking up skeins from the wrong side of the tracks.

So, what yarn is it? It is a Ella Rae Baby Cotton. 88% Cotton, 12% Nylon. 50 grams of DK weight goodness in a deep violet color.


Here is proof that I wasn’t kidding about the reduced price. I still can’t believe it.


Despite the label looking as if it lost bar fight, the yarn shows no signs of damage.

Knitting Hand Me Downs



I do love how our society just assumes that if you are old with grey hairs, then you must spend your days knitting blankets for babies and crocheting slippers for your other elderly friends. This is the case for my grandmother-inlaw, Ann, and her sister, Wanda.

Every so often, they are given piles of yarn, knitting books and other needlecraft accessories from kind-hearted young people who feel they are doing a great community service by providing such articles to Ann and Wanda. Well, neither of them knit or crochet. Wanda dabbled in crochet for a little bit, but much prefers to do needlepoint. And Ann? Well, her gift is with a rolling-pin and cookie sheet, not yarn and knitting needles.

However, Ann and Wanda are far too kind to turn down such thoughtfulness. So they graciously accept these gifts knowing full well that even the finest skein of mink and cashmere blend couldn’t  convince either of them to pick up needle or hook.

So, I end up being handed down these items, usually along with the same comment, “Now if you don’t need any of this stuff don’t take it. I don’t want you thinking you have to take home this junk.” (As of the day of this posting, I have yet to turn down any knitting ‘junk’ they have offered to me.)

Do you have any knitting ‘suppliers’ among your family? Anyone that knows you well enough to think of you every time they come across yarn?

Warm Wrist, Warm Heart


Just finished the final stitches on another pair of wrist warmers. These are for my sister-in-law, Corinna. Even though she lives in sunny Florida, there are times when the weather gets a little cool and a nice pair of wrist warmers is just what you need.

I love this purple yarn I used. It is a bubble gum purple with purple shimmer thread running through it. Don’t ask me who makes the yarn. It was some brand I never heard of. I purchased the yarn at my local Hobby Lobby.

If anyone thinks they know who made this yarn, please share the info in the comments section so others can find it. Thanks!