An odd thing happened the other night.
I finished Azteca and went rummaging through my stash for a sweater's worth of cotton yarn.
I couldn't find any. There were bits of cotton yarn left over from various projects, but not enough to actually make anything interesting. For that matter, there were only 4 sweaters' worth of wool yarn in my stash, plus enough sock yarn for 5 pairs of socks or so.
My yarn diet has been successful. Too successful, in fact.
I got the shakes. I went into yarn withdrawal. I sweated at the thought of having to spend a whole evening without knitting.
When the going gets tough, though...
...the tough go shopping!
I picked up some Plymouth Kudo (55% cotton, 40% rayon, 5% silk).
When I got it home, my daughter said “It's lovely -- like a dark forest night all full of moths.”
“What did you say?” I demanded before I saw the evil twinkle in her eye.
I'm swatching for a poncho sweater, with some other dribs and drabs of leftover yarn that coordinate nicely.
Nothing left to do but knit knit knit.
And thank my lucky stars that I have so little stash that the m-word can't worry me.