Long, long ago, I bought a super-wash merino/cashmere worsted blend by a small company called "Have You Any Wool" (aka as knitmommy on Etsy) from Eat.Sleep.Knit in a colorway called Rage. I like red and it looked like a good one. As it happens, it's more of a strong red over-dyed with black.
I've had this for at least 4 years (knitmommy went on hiatus in 2011 and hasn't been back that I can find). Over those years, I would pull the yarn out for whatever project I was contemplating, and put it back. Every time. I began to realize I was superstitious about the yarn. After all, did I really want a sweater or shawl filled with Rage? How could I bear to wear it? Why would I ever want to knit such a thing? Who wants to knit in a rage? Think of what it would do to your gauge.
It's been a tense time here at Chez WoolGathering. It's political, in the sense that you put a group of people together and you get politics, and affects, not so much work I enjoy, as work I do in support of work I love. It's nothing that has anything to do with knitting or the Blog, or most of life for that matter, except that it's sucking time and joy like a sump pump and I resent it.
I'm a great believer in knitting to overcome the garbage that life can hand out, but I was finding myself hating everything I started as I try to deal with this stuff.
Saturday evening, I got an idea.
It was time to knit Rage. A lot of it, since I have way more than those three skeins (I bought the whole dye-lot). No more soft silvers. No more warm golds. No more calm blues. I will knit through Rage and come out the other side in a better place.
It's going to be a blanket and it's going to be cathartic, by Harry, or I'll know the reason why.
Well, the stash-busting part isn't to be sneezed at, either.