Marvelous and Marled

Oh, hi. I have a new yarn obsession. It’s black and white marled yarn. That’s it. It’s not new, it’s not revolutionary. It’s black and white marled yarn. And I cannot get enough.

Months ago, I went in on an online order with my friend Victoria (gotta save on those shipping costs where we can, amirite), and we both ordered marled sock yarn from Leo and Roxy. Their social media posts worked like a charm after posting a picture of a baby set knit with their marled yarn. Well done, strategic social media posting. My brother and sister-in-law are expecting, and I have a little nibling on the way – I have been knitting WAY to much for this little baby already, and I couldn’t resist making a set with that Leo and Roxy yarn. SIL has added lots of buffalo print items to their registry, so making a work-sock inspired set with the marled yarn would complement what she’s asked for nicely.

And now I cannot stop. I ADORE how this is working up. I have no idea what magic this marling is, but I have fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. I mean…

The hat is Barley Light from Tin Can Knits (omitting the garter section), and the mitts, aptly, is Baby Mittens by Malin Nilsson. As an aside, 27″ icords are simply the worst…

Very shortly, I’ll be casting on a Flax Light sweater, and, fingers crossed, I’ll have enough yarn left over for a pair of baby socks as well.

Meanwhile, as if I didn’t have enough projects on the go already, I started a pair of heavy duty socks for my BFF, also out of some marled yarn. A few months back, she passed along two skeins of Briggs and Little: one marled and one white. I thought the best way to return it to her was knit them into something cozy. Warm, perhaps a little scratchy, and cozy. Her family doesn’t live too far from the Briggs and Little mill in New Brunswick, so I have a sneaky suspicion that this yarn came from the mill itself. I cannot keep a secret, so I told her I was making her something, but I can keep enough of a secret NOT to show any pictures of the socks in progress.

Even though I’m knitting all the baby things and working on the coziest socks, all I can think of is wanting a sweater for myself made from marled yarn. I must remind myself that a) I have enough sweaters on the go already, and b) I don’t need anymore yarn. But a girl can dream, right? It’s not a ‘no,’ it’s just a ‘not right yet.’