Yep, you read it right, it's a lamp covered in yarn. I couldn't help it. These things happen. Particularly if you work in a yarn store. Well, I'm assuming they happen, but assuming things has gotten me into trouble before. I'm going to amend my statement. These things happen, to me, a lot.
Join me for a moment, if you please, and listen to a tale, a tale of yarn and what happens when you spend too much time around it.
The Story of the Yarn Lamp- a cautionary tale
One day when I was at work, I was very innocently putting away some DK weight yarn. I'm not sure exactly what it was because I was suddenly distracted by the most enchanting little balls of tweedy goodness. Of course, I'm talking about Rowan Fine Tweed. There they all were, just stacked up on the shelves in a broad range of earthy tones, so petite, so perfect, waiting for someone to take them home. It was almost as if they were whispering, "We are so small, no one would notice us among the stash."* As I gazed longingly at their perfection, I began to speculate, as I often do at work (Please don't tell anyone), about what I could do with them. Then it occurred to me, that while I'm sure they make lovely garments, what I really wanted to do was stare at them. All. The. Time. Then it came to me, a yarn lamp. I don't know why a lamp, but a lamp is what came to me. A lamp "made" of yarn sitting by my knitting chair, where I would be able to look at it the whole time I am in my studio. A yarn lamp that, depending on the season, I could change the balls of yarn to match the art work in the studio. (More about that particular form of seasonal crafting disorder later.)
This idea became an obsession about six months ago, maybe more. We should really ask one of my co- workers. I'm sure they remember since, after this particular idea took hold, I could not be near the DK section of the store without "sharing" my idea with anyone who would listen. Actually, it wouldn't surprise me if they all threw a little party in honor of me finishing the yarn lamp, in hopes that I will finally stop talking about it.
Well, Dear Readers, I'm not quite done yet. I love this lamp! I am no electritian, so I had to wait for the help of my very handy and creative father to construct the base and electrical workings. It turned out even better than I imagined. I decided once we got it put together that there wasn't quite enough yarn. Is there ever enough, really? The only other free surface was the lampshade. I knit a lampshade cover in the Rowan Fine Tweed with little mock cables for texture. At night, when the light shines through you can see all the little twists, very satisfying.
My dad made four other bases and I already have the yarn in different colorways. They are just waiting for lampshades. Which, by the way, are very difficult to find and more expensive than they should be. Soon there may be a yarn lamp everywhere you look in my house.
I think the best part is, if you run out of yarn, you can knit right off the lamp. It's good to be on the safe side, any knitter out there knows it could happen, you could run out.
I would like to say that now I can move on, but I'm not sure I can. I hope my co-workers can put up with me.
* This is a quote from a very talented and funny former co-worker. Credit where credit is due.