I have come into possession of some more yarn that was looking to be re-homed. As it came to me without labels, I did some detective work on it this morning. (Knitting Rules is most helpful on this particular subject.)
It smelled like wool and felt like a fingering weight but just to be safe, first I weighed.
Then I wrapped.
Then I burned.
Then I measured and weighed again.
I can say with some confidence that I have just over 1989 yds of fingering weight, 3-ply wool, which really, really wants to be a cardigan.
But which cardigan? I’m thinking maybe Austin Hoodie by Connie Chang Chinchio. Possibly Candelia by Cecily Glowik MacDonald. And I can’t explain why, but I’m feeling a strong urge to knit Myrtle by Snowden Becker even though I’m convinced I would not like how it looks on me.