*snort*

When my mother and her friends moved into assisted living situations, they all unloaded on me big bags of their leftover yarns. Great. I gave away to a project a lot of the pastel baby yarn (*gag*), put some into a bin labled "HAZMAT" for use in yarnbombing, and admired all of the batches of two or three or four balls that matched, clearly project overage. There's still a fair bit of it and I need to suck it up and just knit a lot of striped stuff.