Advice for the day: Never put eight sheep in a Renault.
I've finally figured out what this gorgeous skein wants to be when it knits up. It wants to be Backyard Leaves. I suspect that, like my own children, the yarn will want to have its say about what it becomes. And, like my children, I plan to bribe it into following my wishes. At which point, it will probably ignore me and do what it was going to do anyway. Then there will be yelling. Maybe some crying. Mommy will drink. And everyone will go to his or her respective room to pout.

Comments