Today’s #yarnlovechallenge is “oldest stash.” The oldest, most magical stuff that formed my perception of what yarn should be came from my grandma. l’m three hours away from those skeins, but here’s one of my favorites from her stash (it’s currently 10 degrees and pitch black outside, this picture was shot last summer). I adore the crunchiness and fineness and airiness and moody heathering in it, not to mention the charming tag. My dream is to re-create a yarn even remotely as wonderful as this one.