As I mentioned Sunday, my summer was going to be ending Monday, and end it did.
Yesterday I took my youngest son to his first choir practice of the season, and today, two weeks after his last lesson, we returned to the home of his trumpet teacher for another trumpet lesson. Clearly, the summer has ended.
I am what the trumpet teacher refers to as a “trumpet mom,” and because the 45-minute length of the lesson takes does not afford me sufficient time to do errands, I generally sit and work on my crochet while my son goes through his exercises. After today’s lesson was over and my son’s next lesson had been scheduled, we were headed out the door when I caught sight of a huge bag of yarn leaning against a chiffarobe.
I have purchased yarn from the trumpet teacher before and was curious to know why he hadn’t asked me if I wanted to buy it. “What are you going to do with that yarn?” I asked. While I have absolutely no need for the entire bag, there were some colors beckoning to me from the early 60s.
It turned out that he had planned to give it to a woman who lives at an elder care facility. A pang of guilt washed over me as I contemplated taking yarn from an old lady who did not have the ability to go out in the world get her own yarn the way I do. My guilt dissipated as he named a price, and I glanced longingly at the enormous bag of yarn. Because the next lesson was arriving, I had to decide quickly. This is what I selected:
To my mind, this is a practically perfect green. I have not been this excited about a green since I purchased the now discontinued Kiwi from Red Heart. (I have about two ounces left that I dole out in small lengths to be used as an accent for pieces that are dear to me).
I will not be using these five skeins of Fiesta yarn, in color Spring 772, willy nilly. Projects will have to prove themselves worthy of each an every inch of yarn committed to them.