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I absolutely cannot wait for these to be delivered. Updating my address on the order today was the first time since starting the whole Packing Madness that I have felt some positive, home-energy about moving.
The funny thing is that I have no idea whatsoever about what I will be making with the gorgeous yarn once it arrives: I'll need to hold it in my hand and think on that quietly for a bit. But lately the knitting muse has been whispering her siren sound again while I work on the sweater.
"A Poncho," she calls.
I think it might end up being a tilting-at-windmills Poncho.