It would seem of late that the yarns I've been working with are a definite reflection of my mood: muddy, murky, dingy. In a word...brown.
Like this Mountain Colors Bearfoot in the Moose Creek colorway. I think it may be prettier than the photo above--at least in color value.
Or the chocolate colored Rowan alpaca cotton that threw me off my yarn diet. Well actually, I think it was the trauma of the week that forced me to fork over my debit card this morning. Having a desire to knit something cozy for myself was just too enticing. I'm on row 6 of a poncho and though the mittens are half way done now, they'll have to wait a bit more. Don't worry though because those mitts are going to look fabulous with the poncho.
Then there's the surprising beauty of my friend Sarah's yarn. She calls this color November. For the life of me, I don't know why it appealed to me a month ago when I purchased it. As a color, it didn't really pop and was unlike my typical selections. It's much prettier than how I usually think of November and the sheen of this BFL is gorgeous. As it came out of the braid, the fiber appeared many shades of brown, gray and even a muted green.
I was expecting to spin yarn a that mirrored my feelings. Thankfully, I got this gift instead. I'll take this as a sign that things don't always turn out the way we expect.
Sometimes they turn out better.