This is where our tale becomes a bit murky. It was a
dark and stormy night bright and beautiful day when the hapless knitter stumbled into the yarn shop. With only minutes until the close of business, our determined knitter made straight for the sock yarn section, desperately seeking the Cascade Heritage in an attempt to knit an overlarge hat for a friend with an overlarge head.
It was with trepidation that the knitter cast her gaze upon mountains of sock yarn, searching fervently for the right brand. With some triumph the knitter spied the desired yarn, and yes! There! Just the colors that she needed. With a lurch, she grasped the needed skeins and hurried to the register.
Alas, the fates were waiting for just such an opportunity and whispering in her ear, they convinced the poor knitter to turn her gaze in another direction. “The Heritage 150 is so much nicer,” they whispered, “Surely you need more yarn than that little skein of Heritage will give you. Just look at the Heritage 150 for a while.”
Obeying the strange whisper, the knitter stroked the lovely skeins of Cascade Heritage 150 and with a sigh exchanged her Heritage for the Heritage 150. Quickly, the proprietress rang up the young knitter’s purchase and with nary a backward glance the knitter was out the door. Comfortably settled in her coach and four, the knitter began to feel a small sprouting of doubt in her mind.
With a quick glance into her project book, she consulted her last project for her friend and found that indeed, she had used Cascade Heritage NOT Cascade Heritage 150 to complete the overlarge scarf for her friend with the overlarge head. Horror assailed the knitter at her mistake. What to do? What to do!?
Returning the yarn was not an option. She was already miles from the store and it was closed. She might never see this store again in her travels. The knitter wept bitter tears of knitterly defeat. Until, that is, she remembered another yarn store. One within range of her current course, where perhaps, just perhaps, a few small skeins of Cascade Heritage awaited.
A night of tormented angst where dust bunnies and wool moths chased our poor knitter through narrow and winding ribbing resulted in a rather feverish state when the knitter gazed forlornly into the new shop. A stuttering tread lead her into the deepest, darkest recesses of the store. Casting her gaze upon the rows of neatly shelved yarns, seeking just one glimpse of the yarn she sought, she despaired again of finding her yarn.
But there. . . could that be? it looks a bit like Cascade Heritage!! Excitedly, the knitter yanked her new found skeins to her bosom, toting the yarn from it’s brightly lit corner to an adorable cash register.
Her purchase made, the knitter left the yarn store whistling a happy little tune, until she realized that her generosity would mean knitting an overlarge hat for a friend with an overlarge head on extraordinarily tiny needles and with a very high stitch count. The knitter’s smile drooped a bit on the way home.
The moral of the story: Never be seduced by skeins with more yardage. Always write down the name of the yarn you need and reference it whenever necessary.