The mohair never ends
Years ago I bought an amount of mohair on eBay. It was an excellent deal. I’ve made a few sweaters from it, a few shawls, some scarves, lots of cat toys, used it as mermaid hair, and knit basket liners (for Easter eggs) with it. The kids have used it for potholders, mitten decorations, and for wrapping very hairy wish dolls.
I thought I’d used it up with the last shawl for my mom. I thought it was gone.
It’s not gone.
I was sorting through my stash of yarn (because I LOVE my new swift) and found another hank of it. It will not end. It will not go away.
It’s sort of creepy, I think it eats other yarn in order to survive. Or maybe the mohair yarn is some kind of self replicating mutant; like a vampire, victims of its bite turn into cream colored mohair.
I’ll knit another shawl. Another shawl that uses miles and miles of stockinette stitch. Yeah, that’s the ticket. And I’ll wear a crucifix just in case, to keep me from transforming into mohair yarn while I’m knitting.
You know, as soon as it *is* really used up I’ll find the perfect pattern that I *must* knit up in that *exact* yarn.