Too Sweet To Pass Up
Yarn is my candy, Stella thought. Enthralled by their beautiful colors and textures, she could practically taste the yarns displayed in the neighborhood craft shop.
Close in age and interests, Stella, who crocheted, and her sister Marie, who knitted, were like kids in a candy store whenever they yarn-shopped. They bought impulsively, trusting they'd find good projects later on.
Now, almost unconsciously, Stella had grabbed two colors of delectable Sock-EaseTM, called "Lemon Drop" and "Red Hots." I could do something cool with these, she thought, feeling her yarn cravings morph into a creative buzz. But what?
For years Stella had watched her sister knit Sock-EaseTM socks as automatically as her own crochet hook created scarves and hats. The variegated colors that emerged as the sock lengthened were magical. Stella wished she could crochet something as entrancing.
"Look at this," called Marie, waving a downloaded Lion Brand pattern placed by the store's owner near the Sock-EaseTM shelf. "It's for crochet!" she practically shouted. "You could make this adorable 'Candy Color Afghan' with that yarn you're holding!"
"I was thinking I'd buy this yarn so you could make me some socks," Stella replied.
"But this is more fun, Stell. Look at those colors—they're totally edible!"
Stella examined the crochet directions. Marie was right. The afghan's granny-square grid resembled an open box of sweets. This candy-colored afghan in four colors of Sock-EaseTM—Lemon Drop, Cotton Candy, Red Hots, and Rock Candy—would be a delicious project, Stella knew.
"And if you give it to me for my birthday," said Marie, "I'd knit you socks in any of the Sock-EaseTM colors you like."
"I knew you had an ulterior motive, Marie. What if I like all fourteen colorways?"
Marie grinned. "Then you might get birthday socks for the next fourteen years."
"Okay, sister," Stella said. "That's a deal too sweet to ignore."
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
A story by Selma Moss-Ward.
Selma Moss-Ward is a freelance writer who combines her love of writing and of knitting in her columns, stories, and blog posts. Selma is also an active classical musician and the caretaker of five wonderful pets. She lives with them and her husband in Rhode Island.