Yarn Fun

A sale bin of FUN yarn at AC Moore. Who wouldn’t like yarn that was FUN? Yes, it is indeed acrylic…

Sifting through my Grandmother’s stuff yesterday, We came across a bin of yarn and a chevron afghan that has been in progress for the last 30+years or so (Hey that apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree). Since this project was clearly started during the Jimmy Carter administration, the yarn is…well…acrylic. Being a yarn snob, this is normally something that I would have me recoiling in horror. We are talking acrylic with the hand of steel wool, not the super soft acrylics you can find even in the most budget isles of Michael’s. But what is making this scratchy pelt of petroleum product so appealing is the love. Straight up it is because my Granny made it. It was the yarn of the times (unless your granny was a hip homesteader with a spinning wheel). And it was the yarn available in New Orleans (You know because they have absolutely no need for wool garment there… EVER, seriously…we wore shorts on our Christmas visits). It is what it is. And, I find so much comfort in knowing that every inch of that afghan passed through her hands, while she was relaxing doing something she enjoyed.