Elizabeth was right and she says I have to tell you so...

Once upon a time, there was a Brand New Knitter who wanted to try socks. She bought a sock making book from a big crafty chain store. She bought some needles and yarn from a little yarn shop the crafty chain store employee recommended to her, when said chain store did not have double pointed needles. Her husband bought her some Brown Sheep Wildfoote Luxury Sock Yarn from a clearance bin at the yarn shop.

Brand New Knitter made a pair of socks for her husband...eventually. All she had knit with to this point was acrylic worsted weight and Lamb's Pride worsted...and the Wildfoote did not behave quite like those other yarns had. It got twisted up and was trickier to knit with.

Well...the socks got done and the Now Not Quite So Brand New Knitter told the Yarn Shop Owner (who she was getting to know a little better) that she hated, hated, hated the Wildfoote and would never use it again. Yarn Shop Owner said "Are you sure it's not just that you aren't used to sock yarns?" Well! Not Quite So Brand New Knitter was a brash and arrogant knitter, and wasn't about to be told that it was her lack of experience that was a problem when she knew full well the YARN was the problem.

Then...a few years later, the Yarn Shop Owner got a new stock of Wildfoote in wonderfully vibrant colors, and Not Quite So Brand New Knitter was a pretty heavily addicted sock knitter. She had to have some of the new Wildfoote. She tried it. It was beautiful. It was wonderful. It proved her wrong.

And proved the Yarn Shop Owner right.

I'm glad, though...because Wildfoote is made in Nebraska, and Not Quite So Brand New Knitter felt very disloyal for not liking it.

If you look closely, you can see Stromsburg. Wave to my dad!