I sat up in bed, two a.m. , heart pounding, palms sweating, with this thought.
I've got to get some Malabrigo.
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While I feel for you with your nighttime stresses, those of us who have sworn to knit entirely from stash this year would like to not be reminded of the existence of Malabrigo, please. Just until December. ;)
Especially when the sock yarn comes out.
It is crack.
When I was at Stitches, I stopped by the sponsor booth for Malabrigo (where it's just on display--they don't sell any) and I told the rep (who had a thick accent) that it was crack. And he reached under a table and pulled out a tiny sample skein of the laceweight in a gorgeous olive. Pusher.
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