Early this morning, I received an emailed photograph from a coworker on his way to work.
A moving sale…. at the yarn store right down the street from the office.
I spent the rest of the morning hemming and hawing about whether or not to nip down there for my lunch break. I have been on a yarn diet, after all, and so far it has been successful. I think part of this success has been from the fact that I have avoided the yarn sales I have seen advertised like this.
And then I thought – it’s May. 5 months of a solidly kept diet is a pretty good stretch. Maybe I can reward myself a little.
So I went to the store. It was fairly easy to resist because the shelves had been picked through considerably by this point in the sale (17 days of 20% off can do that). And then I wandered to the baskets.
Aracauna lace weight in a 50/50 silk merino blend. And just look at those beautiful colors!
And then it got worse, because as I was looking, I started chatting, and then I looked up and saw the hints of sea tones peeking out of a cubby, and I asked about them. The clerk pulled down the entire cubby and emptied it’s contents on the table (claiming she needed to relocate the yarn, anyway). She started separating them into dye lots, raving about the cotton/linen blend as knitting up so nicely, and the colors are steadfast and gorgeous. I read the label, pet the yarn a bit, and grabbed two skeins. But when she had finished dividing up the dye lots, there was only one rogue skein left of the dye lot I had grabbed. I stared at it, suddenly feeling guilty for leaving behind one lonely skein. What if it didn’t get purchased by anyone else because there wasn’t enough for a full project? What if I run out of the color while I am knitting? I would know my chance of replenishment would be finite because I left the only skein available at the yarn store.
It’s questions like that that get me into this kind of trouble…