Yarn is my friend


Photographing my stash for Ravelry is the most ridiculous pastime I’ve indulged in lately. I have a big glass fishbowl full of completed handknits that don’t have photos, and my project page is all gap-toothed and filled with grainy cell phone placeholder images, but my stash page: gorgeous. To my eyes, anyway.

I could justify it by saying that having an accurate, illustrated stash helps me plan out handknits and samples, and paging through yarn photos in my stash stays the impulse to stock up on more skeins, but that would be beside the point.

It’s more about how easy it is to shoot yarn (lay it on the wooden chest by the window; shoot; move to the couch and upload photos) than knit projects (clear an area to shoot in; locate or be a model; shoot a zillion photos that make the handknits look good and the model look even better; if I’m taking photos of me, lose the camera remote down a sleeve or in a pocket and have to stop everything to find it; apologize a zillion times that I insist on shooting at wide-open apertures on an old manual lens so an embarrassingly large percentage of photos end up missing “gorgeous and atmospheric” and land squarely at “hopelessly out of focus”; get the photos off the camera; marvel at how many goofy expressions people make when they try to look model-serious, especially myself; upload photos).

Yarn sits. Yarn looks pretty and full of possibilities. Yarn doesn’t complain about getting the sun in its eyes. Yarn is my friend.