*With deepest apologies to Robert Frost 
Two yarns emerged from the yarn shop bin,
One hand dyed, one-hundred-percent wool, a beautiful spin.
Its colors shone in the shop’s afternoon light.
The dyer’s skill, it seems, was just right.
I could knit it into a gorgeous shawl,
Add a beautiful pin and be the belle of the ball….
No, wait! Maybe make a lovely sweater,
Using a pattern to make the colors shine better and better!
Next to it, I spied a skein of sock yarn,
Kettle-dyed, its colorway reminded me of an old barn–
Reds and browns, even a hint of heather.
Ah! Socks that could be worn in any weather!
Washable wool and very soft to touch,
I checked the price– it was not too much!
I stood in the shop, both yarns in my hands,
Knowing that new yarn was not in my budget plans.
I thought: “The holidays are coming. I can make great gifts,”
“Or some charity knitting to give someone’s spirit a lift.”
I quickly calculated the cost of both treasures,
And added in my knitting time pleasure.
Two yarns emerged so I made my decision,
From the heart and, perhaps, from some future vision.
Two yarns emerged from the shop in Vincennes…
And I? I took them BOTH and that has made all of the difference!
