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I so had to search out the color chartreuse because for the life of me I knew there was a thing named Chartreuse where the color was the same as the color chartreuse but I couldn’t for the life of me remember what it was. Turns out that it is a brand of bright green/yellow liquor.

I was desperately bored with the garage sale today (it was really slow) so I decided to whip out my chartreuse mohair and start spinning a fuzzy yarn on a fresh bobbin. I wish now that I’d dyed more mohair in this particular batch, and some silk for a binder, silk is easy to match colors to but mohair is a bit of a crap shoot, no matter how specific my notes are I can’t seem to get the batches to come out exactly right.

Of course there’s the temptation to use some metallic gold commercial thread for a binder, might look kind of spiffy with a sparkle here or there peeking out from the eye searing fuzzy.

I had to laugh when a guy came over to pay for his books commented “That must have come from one strange looking sheep.” I popped back with “Just because the sheep near Hanford have 3 eyes doesn’t mean there’s any contamination.” (Yes, I know mohair comes from goats but it would have ruined our banter to point that out.)

Then some strange killjoy lady (not strange because she was a killjoy but strange as in wearing a coat and sweatshirt on a steaming hot day and not breaking a sweat) interrupted to ask how old my spinning wheel is (“it’s an Ashford Traveller, not antique”) and exactly what was wrong with my yarn (“This is a novelty yarn, it’s supposed to look like this.”) She raised her eyebrow at me disapprovingly, (which was what made her a killjoy) “But I like your other yarns, if I want that I could buy it in town.” (meaning Salem, not downtown Stayton.)

Okay, I guess because Madame Sweatshirt Killjoy has spoken this will be the end of my novelty yarns because I can only spin yarns she likes. Let’s not forget that Madame Sweatshirt Killjoy has never purchased yarn from me, or that I’ve never seen her before and will probably never see her again– I have through my errant spinning and indiscreet color selection provoked her disapproval and I shall seek until my dying day to gain her grace and acceptance.

Or, more likely, I’ll forget about Madame Sweatshirt Killjoy and move on with my life as best I can.