I like to think of myself as a tolerant, accepting person. I judge people based on their behavior; if someone is kind and decent, it doesn't matter to me what their race/religion/gender/sexual preference/political alliance is. The converse is true too: if someone is crappy (especially if they're crappy to me), changing any of the above qualifiers is not going to change my opinion of that person.
And even beyond kind and crappy, it takes a lot for me to really, really dislike someone. I can count on one hand the people I honestly can't stand. Yes, there are people I like better than others--that's true for all of us. But people that I intensely dislike (and notice I can't even bring myself to use the word "hate")? Not many.
The same is true for my opinion of knitters and yarns. To each his own. I'm not a yarn snob. I certainly can't look down on beginners, being still in the beginning stages myself (or, as I realized the other day, maybe I can consider myself an "advanced beginner"). There are lots of people out there knitting things I wouldn't knit, using yarns I wouldn't knit. So what? They should do what works for them. If they enjoy it, yay. I'll do my thing, they can do their thing, the world is a better place with lots of happy knitters in it. And the more of us who knit and seek out different yarns, the more likely we can keep our favorite LYS' in business.
That's why you won't see me trashing people who knit with fun fur, or acrylic, both of which I have used, and while I'm not wild about them, I don't hate them--don't even intensely dislike them. And I reserve the right to be changeable; next month, I might become a fun fur maven again.
No matter how solid my rules of like/dislike might be, there are always exceptions, even if they're few and far between. I am going to go out on a limb and say there's one yarn I will never, ever use:
This stuff is just scary. Somewhere I found a link to a website that allowed me to get a free sample skein. Imagine my thrill and joy when it arrived. See, you get what you pay for after all.
Beyond the copper penny color--which I do like--this stuff--it's not even yarn, people!--I hardly know what to say. Starting with the absurd 70's name and label--do we really, really need to return to the age of disco?
And as fun fur goes, well...this is not furry, and it's certainly not fun. It's limp. Half-dead. PETA should be sending off outraged missives to Bernat. I think it might be flammable. And it's not even acrylic so much as it's--well--plastic.
What on earth could you do with this? It's not fluffy. It's not lively. It's limp shreds of plastic hanging off a thin thread. Like a banner celebrating something left outdoors overnight. I thought and thought: trim a bag? Wrist trim on a sweater?
Fortunately, the free yarn came with free patterns:
Wow. If there's anything better than Disco yarn, it's groovy Disco patterns. Notice on the left: the Pom-Pom Scarf (to knit). They have to note that it's a knitting pattern. Otherwise people might be tempted just to wrap the skein around their neck. And the Very Cool "Belted" Bag (hahaha--get the joke? Belted vs. Felted? Hahaha!).
Well, I've learned my lesson. No more freebies for me. I lived through the Disco era once, and I've no desire to go back again. But maybe, just maybe, in the Knit Think backyard firepit this weekend, there will be a Disco Inferno...