So, for my birthday, I went down to the little yarn shop (of horrors) and bought some yarn. I did this because they’re where I purchased things for my Save Me From Teleconferences piece, and I realied that I should probably buy some more … as, at the rate I’m going, at about 40 inches wide, on size 6 needles, I’m doing about 6 inches with a single 190 yard skein. So, since I only bought 3 skeins to start with, I need to at least make sure that I get to something roughly square … and I need to pick up the yarn before they stop carrying it (I justify my purchase).
I realized that my argument for buying more of this yarn is pretty flimsy, if not downright nonexistent, as I was waiting for the yarn lady to turn the skeins into balls: the place is absolutely packed with yarn, overflowing from baskets, tupperware bins, all manner of hidey-holes up the stairway, and probably upstairs, where I’ve never been – it’s apparently for the serious devotee of yarn learning, and, well, I’m frightened.
My argument was made even more flimsy when the yarn lady was shocked to find that she actually had oodles of my particular dye lot, and hadn’t even known they were in the shop (she’s relatively short, I’m tall, it’s on a top shelf, etc.). I, of course, got to visit the various colors of Cool Wool they carry there, and to really wonder whether I should invest in bulk quantities. These visits are oddly theraputic, as I both get to visit the source of my desire (the YARN, not the yarn LADY), while noting what will happen if I actually keep on buying yarn without finishing projects: the bins, the stashes of yarn creeping out from every available storage space, the sitting around a table talking about yarn while saying to a friend, “No, you don’t have to go home, I’ve got half a chicken in the fridge….” (Actual quote from the yarn ladies from this trip).
And then, there’s the phrase “knit wit.” Be afraid. Be oh so very afraid…
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