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Stash!

I couldn’t help myself: I bought one of those Webs Grab Bags.

It arrived today.

I have to admit that, for the money, it looks like a paltry collection. It is mostly DK, fingering or light worsted, and in smallish skiens (mostly under 100 yds) so it doesn’t take up much space.

But it’s mine. I have my own little yarn store now. 10 balls of each won’t make five sweaters for me, but it should make a few summer tops, and since this is mostly cotton, I’m quite fine with that.

I’m not crazy about two of the colours, but wait a minute on second thoughts I do like the blue. It’s very spring-like. And the taupe/brown is not a colour I would have chosen, but I don’t hate it. It would combine nicely with other colours too….but that means more purchasing. Oh dear. What have I started?

Yarn Fumes

I just suffered my first bout with yarn fumes.

GrabBag

I got this email and stood, frozen at my computer for a good five minutes, fingers poised, working out how many sweaters that would be and whether or not I wanted to be tied to this much yarn and how long it would be until I could explain another yarn purchase if I did it.

In the end, my internet connection crapped out (something that happens a lot on my laptop) and I took it as a sign.

I confessed my almost-purchase to my husband who said, “And you didn’t get it?”, which set the ball rolling again.

He went out and I obsessed some more. He came back and I said, “Can I spend $190 on yarn?”

The bonus came in recently and he has been frustrated by his own lack of something frivolous to purchase. These things weighed on his mind, I think, and he shot me a muted, “Go.”

I ran, with the sounds of him telling our five year old “Go after her! Stop her!” ringing in my ears…but it was too late. I was (or should be) committed.

I was lightheaded. I could hardly type in my phone number. These are not the dollar figures I normally associate with yarn purchases. I’m not a hoarder. I buy a ball here or there, I buy enough for a sweater if I have one in mind. The last and only time I bought a bag of yarn without a pattern in mind, it was for a black cardigan for myself and I knew that it was inevitable that I would knit it, since the perfect black cardi is my eternal quest.

I checked out before I changed my mind.

Hubbie Instant Messaged “Did you do it?”
“Yup”, I typed.

There was a pause. GoogleTalk informed me that he was typing.

“Now you have to buy something for me,” he said.

And we wonder why we never have any money!