I Hate Noro
13 May 2006
There. I said it. I have alway hated Noro.
Scratchy, full of straw. Garish and hideous colourways. Ugly.
Friends of ours opened a yarn store recently. Halelujiah. It's called Daisy Designs and it's in Daisy St, Fairy Meadow. For the international readers, I am not lying about the name of the street or the suburb. Honestly.
Anyway, when I went for a sticky beak last Monday and was touching all the beautiful yarns, out of the corner of my eye I saw a colourway of Noro that did NOT make me physically ill. I picked it up, turned it inside out to make sure what was in the middle wasn't rotten (they do that to strawberries in the supermarket) and I must say it wasn't too bad. The gradation of the pink to the bluey-green really appealed to me. So, I bought some.
About 20 cm into this scarf there was a break in the yarn. And a knot. And on the other side of the knot was a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT colour. No gradation, not even close. Pink, then a knot, then olive green. I kept on knitting, but it looked hideous.
I ripped it back to a place where I could re-join the yarn at a decent looking point, did the spit and rub yarn splicing technique, and kept going. Guess what? Second ball, SAME thing, different place in the colour gradation. The second ball in fact had two additional colours that were completely missing from the first ball.
I juggled and spliced and discarded some and finally came up with this.
Noro, you're too expensive to be this shabby. You suck.
On the other hand, Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino, you totally don't suck.
And, if you should recieve this finished garment as a gift, in the interests of etiquette, please act appropriately suprised.
Scratchy, full of straw. Garish and hideous colourways. Ugly.
Friends of ours opened a yarn store recently. Halelujiah. It's called Daisy Designs and it's in Daisy St, Fairy Meadow. For the international readers, I am not lying about the name of the street or the suburb. Honestly.
Anyway, when I went for a sticky beak last Monday and was touching all the beautiful yarns, out of the corner of my eye I saw a colourway of Noro that did NOT make me physically ill. I picked it up, turned it inside out to make sure what was in the middle wasn't rotten (they do that to strawberries in the supermarket) and I must say it wasn't too bad. The gradation of the pink to the bluey-green really appealed to me. So, I bought some.
About 20 cm into this scarf there was a break in the yarn. And a knot. And on the other side of the knot was a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT colour. No gradation, not even close. Pink, then a knot, then olive green. I kept on knitting, but it looked hideous.
I ripped it back to a place where I could re-join the yarn at a decent looking point, did the spit and rub yarn splicing technique, and kept going. Guess what? Second ball, SAME thing, different place in the colour gradation. The second ball in fact had two additional colours that were completely missing from the first ball.
I juggled and spliced and discarded some and finally came up with this.
Noro, you're too expensive to be this shabby. You suck.
On the other hand, Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino, you totally don't suck.
And, if you should recieve this finished garment as a gift, in the interests of etiquette, please act appropriately suprised.
posted by knitabulous at Saturday, May 13, 2006 |
