On my birthday vacation last week, I dragged my poor sister into two different yarn stores, on three separate occasions. She was a good sport about it, and even bought me yarn for my gift. To the right is the luscious hand dyed tencel yarn I fell in love with at Black Mountain Yarn Shop in Black Mountain, NC. We spent a lot of time in that store, while Liz sat outside with Bella. I bought a book on lace knitting, and began a Lily of the Valley stole, but I think I've already made a mistake and must rip out. I'm letting it mellow for now, while I work on a project I bought myself, some Noro silk-and-wool sock yarn. I made up the pattern so I could knit and talk, knit and look out the car window and knit and watch t.v. So far, so good. I'm about to start turning the heel.