Ok, that's a bit of an understatement. I've always hated the stuff. And I haven't exactly been shy about bashing (in good fun, of course) those who collect it like I collect UFOs (a.k.a. the Noro Whoros).
Oh, the colours are beautiful. Gorgeous, even. I've always conceded that. But call me crazy, I don't like yarn that bites me back.
Seriously. All the Noro I've seen other people knit has come with rather more sharp vegetable matter than it should. I mean, if I'm paying $5 for a skein of Briggs & Little, I'm down with needing to pick out a bit of foliage. But $12? Not so much.
Then there's the problem of the knots. My mother once found six -- SIX -- knots in a single skein of Silk Garden. So. Not. Cool.
And don't get me started on the itchiness factor. Just thinking about it makes me want to roll around in all my Malabrigo.
Yet, with much reluctance, I am forced to admit I probably should actually knit with some Noro before I can legitimately go around trashing the stuff to anyone who'll listen.
So, yesterday, I accepted a very kind gift (after all, to some people, this stuff is precious) from the Queen of all the Noro Whoros herself. Four skeins of Silk Garden Chunky, and a printout of the Noro Slip Stitch Stripe Scarf ('cause beentsy, despite being the Noro Whoro, ain't no idiot: she knows I'm not about to contract the K1P1 virus again).
And I cast on. And haven't touched it since. I'll get to it, I promise, but the Mmmmmalabrigo is calling...