Let's cut to the chase:
But, having escaped my encounter with Martie, I realized that I had selected everything within a very limited palette. Ani cleared things up by gifting me - yes, she actually used a noun as a verb!** - this green one. Balance was restored. The earth continued to spin on its axis. All was well once more.
Better luck next time, Martie!
** She didn't, actually. She is far too eloquent to do that.
Also, yarn was both created and purchased.
This is some local Asheville hand painted yarn. I was stimulating the local economy! And since we were staying in a hotel that, until very recently, was of the hourly rate variety, I thought it was the kind of stimulation downtown Asheville needed, thank you very much.
This is some naturally-dyed yarn from La Lana. I am a sucker for indigo and over-dyeing.
I made some yarn too - not a lot of yardage but enough to make an Arroyo Seco hat, perhaps.
And then, when we arrived back in NYC (safe and sound!), our house guests left these behind...
Be still my heart! Fiddlehead mitts! Knit (I believe) with some hand-dyed, handspun yarn that is beyond soft and warm. C'mon winter, you can muster a dying gasp and give me some weather that requires these gorgeous mitts. I want to show them off!
So, yes, my vow was broken. But I did it my way.