I am sensing some doubt skepticism incredulity in the comments to yesterday's post about not buying any yarn until 2008 2009.
I typed 2008 in yesterday's post, now corrected. A Freudian slip? I prefer to think it is just that I had not yet fully adjusted to the fact that the current year is 2008 instead of that long-time favorite, 2007. Yup, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Apparently none of my readers had any trouble at all in deciphering my true meaning, since no one mentioned it.
I would be incredulous as well except for the fact that as soon as I thought of this resolution I felt as though a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. You know the feeling when you have several large projects due soon and you're not sure you can accomplish them all in the time available and then your supervisor/boss says that none of the projects is still required except the one you are already half done with? Yeah, that feeling.
Perhaps part of the relief -- aside from the knowledge that I will be working down what has become a psychic weight on my soul -- stems from having the dictates of what to knit come from only one source, the yarn itself. I won't have to attempt that balancing act of reconciling my stash with the external calls for objet d'knit.
This is a lot of navel gazing over what is, after all, just a bunch of sheep fur. But navel gazing is fun and can be productive when, as in this case, it leaves one feeling lighter.
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Just so's you know? I've already broken that sub-resolution about clicking Delete for e-mails from Knit Picks rather than opening them. After some thought I realized that all the KP e-mails have tempted me into buying yarn only once, that time when they had selected colors of Wool of the Andes on sale. So I opened their e-mail that came today. And bought no yarn, yay!