Below you will find the contents of an email I just sent to Barbara Bretton, author and one of the owners of the knitting blog, Romancing the Yarn.
You have saved my life. If not my life, at least my sanity.
Neither of us could have guessed at the beginning of November that this winter would become one of the top 10 highest snowfall totals since the dawn of time (or since they started keeping such records) where I live in Iowa.
Of course it can look lovely falling from the sky, large white flakes floating innocently down to stick on your lashes and make toddlers giggle with glee. They do not scoop. Nor do they notice how quickly the innocent white begins to fade to shades of gray, suddenly revealing all that is polluted and ugly about the season. It has piled up here like ketchup on my son's fries and we who must put on layer upon layer to go out and make paths are weary of it all.
The Regia sock yarn you sent from Romancing the Yarn late last year is anything but white, gray, brown or black.
It is vibrant! It is defiant! It is just what I needed to remind me that even though more snow may yet arrive, it is March by golly....and Mother Nature has only so much more freezing ability left in her arsenal before she must yield to the warmth of the sun growing closer by the day.
I began knitting. Simple socks. Plain socks. But socks which by their very color scream "Warm weather and bright colors are coming! So look out winter! Your days of dreary gray are numbered!"