Yarn seems to have its own interminable language. Most of the time we have to apply non-yarny and evocative words or just make them up. Yarn (and relatives like string) make me so happy. Rather like a drug. And although I haven’t sold my house to buy some luscious expensive yarn YET, I can see the sense of it which is surely the first sign of total addiction.

Recently I found ‘squishy’  to describe a lofty and particularly soft yarn. It says it well.  I’m always on the lookout for yarns with ‘grunt’ . You know, those independent ones that can stand on their own and weave into pure delight shaping into form or stiffness in their stride.  Aside from words which relate to the feel of the yarn such as crunchy, rough, fuzzy and nubbly, we’ve also added those that signal expectations when working with it – splitty, sproingy. Or really getting into it with ‘baby-bottomish’ and seductive. Other times we just give up and go with mystical unexplainable words which show up our poor yarn vocabulary, at least in English, such as ethereal and even ooooh.  As I’m typing this red spell lines are appearing everywhere telling me that the words are dangerously incorrect as they must be.