sometimes the yarn talks to me

I have days when a particular yarn in my stash calls out to me, and demands that I do something with it. Some yarns ask to live at another house. Others have a particular item they would like to be transformed into. I purchased a single skein of black (the sheep was black, the skein is more of a charcoal) Wensleydale at a fiber festival last May. It was lovely yarn, and Wensleys are still very rare, especially on this side of the pond. Rare=expensive. I believe I spend just under 40$ on this single skein of aran weight, 200 yds from a local woman (gwyneth something??). It was worth every penny. Two nights ago I heard it whispering to me. It hoped I would take a break from spinning (I have about 2 oz left of some lovely merino, which will hopefully get finished this week), and knit it into the Star Crossed Beret. I complied.

Voila! Hopefully, the little sheepy voices in my head are appeased.