Not long after I started knitting Stitched Glass, and the number of yarn balls on our living room floor grew exponentially, my wife Claire started saving the discarded yarn labels. She stuffed them in a clear plastic bag, and put the bag in a chest, and kept them. I remember asking her what she planned to do with them. She shrugged. “I dunno,” she said, “but I’m not going to throw them out until I’m sure we won’t miss them.”
The number of yarn labels grew, of course, because Stitched Glass is such a giant project. You can collect a lot of yarn over 15 years – and believe me, I did. I bought yarn in Canada, France, the UK, the United States, Thailand, Switzerland, and Italy. I don’t have labels for some of the wonderful stores where yarn was sold by weight. But this photo gives you a sense of how many labels we accumulated for Stitched Glass alone.
It makes me marvel. And mostly, it makes me want to thank all the wonderful people out there making yarn so people like me can enjoy it.
And enjoy it I have.
Thank you, yarn makers of the world. You make knitters like me very happy.