It's been an odd kind of week, with all manner of unexpected occurrences. I've had a persistent yet elusive virus too - making me feel crappy and stupid without really getting specific enough to fight. I've missed 2 days of work on the doc's orders but it hasn't really helped.
Ingrid isn't sad about it - she's moving on to bigger and better things and about this I am very happy, but I'll remain sad for a while. At least I will be when the yarn stores start to dwindle. 15kg came to my door in a large box and I was very restrained in keeping only 5 or so (a couple of which may yet find themselves drifting off elsewhere).
Avril yarns. Not enough of anything for get something made, but it's a great opportunity to try out things with an eye to future projects. I also picked up a couple of other bits to add to the stash and a wonderful lot of local cormo wool which I stroked but then passed along to someone else I feel may be in need of the stash more than I (and more importantly, likely to get it knit sometime before old age sets in).
One of the oddments was a good size skein of thick thin undyed plain plied wool (bottom left in the photo above), and although it isn't super soft, the texture is super appealing.
Was it the right thing to do? I don't know - I love the deepness now, the subtlty, but I fear some of the diversity has been lost. What do you think?