What's in the box?

I don't know how else to start off my contributions to this blog other than to root through the big old box of yarn stuffs under my bed. My stash is tragically inadequate, as are these pictures, which are blurry and hastily taken. On the other hand, the box - which I decorated myself, if you can believe it - is stunningly sexy, which makes up for everything, I think.

This is the box:


And this is the crap that is in it:


Here's a closer look at the crap. Most importantly, the BALLS:


This picture does not do justice to their lovely colors, I think. On the far left is the 880 yards of "Attitude Pink" hand-dyed lace weight merino yarn that I bought from the Painted Tiger on Etsy. I'm going to make a summer scarf with it.

The other balls are leftovers and are not particularly notable, with the exception of the white ball in the middle - that's some beautiful, undyed, organic yarn made from local sheep (no, I did not make it, but I did buy it!) - and to its right is some really soft, worsted weight Jasper yarn that I'm using to make an Etsy order (visit my shop bitches). Underneath the balls is some leftover felt that I made.

Other things:


It's a fact: someday, sometme, for something, you may need ribbon.


This fabric has bicycles.


Stitch-markers. My best friends.


Needles of all kinds and sorts. Last night I was watching a TV show about prisons and started panicking, thinking that if I ever went to prison there's no way they would let me have knitting needles because they're so weapon-y. But then I started to wonder what I would be in prison for. Then I realized it didn't matter because the thought of there being someplace where I couldn't have knitting needles was so terrifying, it overruled all logic.

The end.