A few things are taken for granted in my life. One is that I can usually find a way to appreciate any yarn. I mean this, too...for me, there is a purpose for all yarn (even Red Heart, yes, Red Heart). Sock yarn, especially- I mean, how can you go wrong with a pair of socks? Socks are usually the outlet for my crazy-colored-yarn fetish- it is less realistic to knit an entire sweater out of loud, self-striping yarn than it is to knit a pair of bright socks to warm up your feet in January winters.
That said: this yarn is ugly.
That said: this yarn is ugly.