That’s what I managed to spend at the Weaving Works sale on Thursday. It was crazy! Women were lined up outside before the doors opened and the crush inside was a bit scary. It was a lot of fake-politeness. “Oh, am I blocking you from reaching the $2 box? I’m so sorry! [but I won’t move for you!]” Thankfully, Shiori was there too and helped keep me a bit grounded (well, except for something I’ll tell you about in a sec.)
This wasn’t in my plan:
But Shiori picked up every white ball of Misti Alpaca lace weight, and I was consumed by the need to stock up in light of the sudden shortage. Do I need this? No. Do I already have a lace project languising on the needles? Yes. Am I sick? Apparently.
The ongoing theme of “impulse control – what’s that?” continued with my acquisition of more “Gu” (as Janell calls it.)
Ahhhh…sweet sweet Koigu. If there is a yarn that can induce a chemical high…this is it.
Thankfully the crush of the crowd got to me and I got out of there in 25 minutes. The really scary thing is…the sale goes through Sunday and I’m starting to think about that bag of Classic Elite Wings I left behind.
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