Sign-Ups Open from Feb 1st - Feb 28th!

The Dead Poets Sock Club will run in 3-month rounds, featuring one poet per round. Every month around the 20th a package will be mailed to you. Every package will contain a custom colorway inspired by the current poet and his/her works as well as swag. The first package will reveal the identity of our featured poet and the second package will contain a pattern designed especially for us.

Each of the colorways and the pattern are custom created for the sock club. They will remain exclusive for 6 months (the length of the round + three months following).
This round will run from March-May. Our April designer is Laura Linneman (lala on Ravelry).
Yarn bases this round will be: our 100% superwash merino fingering, 100% superwash merino sport & our bamboo blend.

Sock Club payment must be paid in full as I am currently unable to accept payment on a monthly basis. The cost does include shipping to the USA, Canada and any international orders.
USA: $90.00, Priority mail
Canada: $95.00, 1st class international
International: $100.00, 1st class international

If you have any questions before signing up, please don’t hesitate to ask, you can PM me her eon Rav or e-mail me at info@perfectdayyarns.com

Hey guys! Happy Holidays and Happy New Year! From today till noon(EST) on Jan. 2, enter discount code newyear at check out and get 20% off your order!

Third pkg for PDY’s Dead Poets Sock Club featuring poet John Keats.

This colorway, Mermaid Tavern, was inspired by Lines on the Mermaid Tavern by John Keats

SOULS of Poets dead and gone,
What Elysium have ye known,
Happy field or mossy cavern,
Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Have ye tippled drink more fine
Than mine host’s Canary wine?
Or are fruits of Paradise
Sweeter than those dainty pies
Of venison? O generous food!
Drest as though bold Robin Hood
Would, with his maid Marian,
Sup and bowse from horn and can.

I have heard that on a day
Mine host’s sign-board flew away,
Nobody knew whither, till
An astrologer’s old quill
To a sheepskin gave the story,
Said he saw you in your glory,
Underneath a new old-sign
Sipping beverage divine,
And pledging with contented smack
The Mermaid in the Zodiac.

Souls of Poets dead and gone,
What Elysium have ye known,
Happy field or mossy cavern,
Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?

Second pkg for PDY’s Dead Poets Sock Club featuring poet John Keats.

Original inspiration, Hither, Hither, Love by John Keats

Hither hither, love—
‘Tis a shady mead—
Hither, hither, love!
Let us feed and feed!

Hither, hither, sweet—
‘Tis a cowslip bed—
Hither, hither, sweet!
‘Tis with dew bespread!

Hither, hither, dear
By the breath of life,
Hither, hither, dear!—
Be the summer’s wife!

Though one moment’s pleasure
In one moment flies—
Though the passion’s treasure
In one moment dies;—

Yet it has not passed—
Think how near, how near!—
And while it doth last,
Think how dear, how dear!

Hither, hither, hither
Love its boon has sent—
If I die and wither
I shall die content!

Just added to the shop- Sandy Claws, Poinsettia, Can’t Catch Me & Figgy on an Assortment of bases- Beat, Sport, Sea Sock, Cashprose, Free Verse Sock, Bamboo Haiku…

The Random Number Generator has spoken!

I want to thank everyone for the super nice comments and all the love. Big hugs!

This is going to make Laurie very happy She’s in my knitting group and they have been a huge source of inspiration, support and laughs. Plus I think she’s entered every contest I’ve had and her number finally got picked. Congrats, Laurie!

PDY turned 2 this month! To celebrate we are having a simple little contest! All you need to do is leave a comment to THIS post and on December 2nd at noon(EST) the random number generator will choose it’s winner!

What will you win?
Our last skein of Silver Freckle Sock (we have discontinued it to focus on our other yarns) in Sweetheart
patterns from last round and this round of the Dead Poets Sock Club
stitchmarkers
a pattern tamer
an Edna St. Vincent Millay keychain
and a sample of our Cashprose which should be enough for a mini sock

Good luck and thank you for stopping by!

This rounds featured poet was revealed to be John Keats. I was going to go with a washed out black, yellow, red and white combo in honor of his Grecian Urn poem, but in the spirit of Halloween I ditched the white and went dark with the other three colors

This is Keats’ Halloween Urn, photos taken by member Leslie (udontcallmeles) because I forgot to take spoiler photos. Included in this shipment were K bookmarks, Keats magnet and cedar wood balls.

Original inspiration, Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thou express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring’d legend haunt about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal - yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,” - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

PDY turns 2! To celebrate PDY’s Second Anniversary you can get 15% off all orders when you enter discount code PDY2 at checkout, all through November!

There will be a contest later in the month.

Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know that Perfect Day Yarns will be in some Phat Fiber boxes next month! We are sending in 50+ samples.

For October, the Theme is Masquerade Ball but I just kinda sent in what I had. I did name the dark brown one Prince Prospero after the character in E.A. Poe’s The Mask of the Red Death though.:D

There is Beat Sock, Bamboo Haiku Sock & Lace Stanza as well as a couple of stitchmarkers.