While not really terribly unusual – I don’t actually purchase as much yarn as my fevered imagination dreams of possessing – this is worthy of note because today I met a friend in town to choose yarn for a project for her, which of course involved considering almost every ball displayed in You-Know-Spot. Including the rather more fetching range of colourways in the MV sock yarn (now called ‘Noir’, though why they called it ‘black’ I have no idea, especially since the ball I was holding was lime green and purple self-striping). There were yellow discount tags all over the place, and some not too bad things there (long colour-change purple-to-crimson wool-silk, anyone?), but I walked out no poorer than when I entered. My friend Em (she’s new to Rav – waqem) bought some bamboo/cotton to make a tunic dress, and we went off to find a cuppa to revive ourselves after all those yarn fumes.
I suppose I should add a disclaimer – I had two very powerful circumstances in my favour.
- if I don’t buy any yarn before July 17th, I will have lots more money to spend at Bendi.
- I forgot my purse.
I had to raid hubby’s coin stash to feed the parking meter and buy my cuppa. Not much room for a cardi’s worth of yarn in a fistful of change.