Legolas resenting Hagrid?
Fainting Barbie and Fabio Ken
next to Talking Yodeling Jesse
and an autographed baseball?
I'm a collector. That's "collector," lower case. A "Collector," upper case, would have left Barbie and Ken in their box. I couldn't leave them in their box. I had to take Fabio Ken to a church supper that my husband couldn't attend, since I didn't want to go alone. Fainting Barbie stayed home and fainted.
I have a yarn collection, too, but it's less random. For example, I had to get BMFA colors "Harlotty" and "Lucy" because they are named after famous people. Person. Cat. Whatever. I may have to keep those in their skeins with the ballbands on to appease the Collector in me. You can't really take yarn out as a date anyway.
Recently I experienced . . . (ta-ta-TA)
I had knitted this pattern for my mother for Christmas, and wanted just the right yarn to knit a pair for myself. Since Pomatomus is named after a fish, I thought it would be nice if the yarn had a little bit of sheen and was modestly fish-colored.
I thought I might use Fleece Artist. Sadly this yarn is not available at any of my LYS, so I ordered some online. Somehow none of the colors was quite right when I saw them in person, even though they did have both sheen and a degree of fishiness.
I finally ended up with BMFA Seduction in Lagoon. It's shiny, and the color works for a fish, running from New Orleans Canal Moss Green through deep steely blue and some grey in between.
This pattern is kind of hypnotic. A little addictive. A person could just keep on knitting Pomatomi. Hey, I could collect Pomatomus socks. No you can't. Go to bed. You're starting to hallucinate. OK, OK, I'm going.