Early in January of this year I decided that 2008 would be a year of Not Buying Yarn. My stash had achieved a magnitude that was troubling to me. Although I cannot say that I have purchased zero yarn since January, I have bought very little, and everything I have purchased has been project-specific, like the superwash merino for the Red Scarf Project scarf and for Connor Caps. None of the "Oh, this is pretty/on sale/! I want some!" kind of buying.
But I know that confession is good for the soul. So here it is.
On Friday morning I had to go to an appeals hearing for which one of the committees on which I sit will be the jury. This was Smokey's weekend to work so I was on my own for transportation. In the absence of a beam-me-up-Scotty machine, I am sadly confined to an automobile and walker with which to venture into the world. The ankle is still supposed to be non-weight-bearing, but I figured out last week that I can cheat a little when I use the walker. This has emboldened me tremendously.
After the hearing I set out on my adventures. First to the supermarket. Oooo, how exciting! The supermarket!
My excuse was that I was out of coffee, never mind that small bag of beans in the freezer and the canister of decaf. First, I drove past the front of the market, peering through the glass doors to see whether they had an electric cart. Check!
Fifty bucks later -- yeah, I bought a few other things, too -- I was on my way again. Across the river into Minnesota, then I tried a back road I had never followed for more than a mile. Ended up in Center City.
Hmmm, thinks I, might as well keep going to Chisago City and see exactly where my physical therapy appointment will be on Tuesday. That appointment is at 8:30 am, at which time I am usually still asleep. If I find the exact place I need to be, I can sleep an extra three minutes on Tuesday! Check!
Then I turned homeward, and as I drove through Lindstrom -- remember Lindstrom? -- I recalled this place.
(I thought I had a photo of the front of the store somewhere on my hard drive, but I couldn't find it. Use your imagination. Thank you.)
It's a cute yarn and craft shop with a big table in the center of the yarn section. There have been knitters, crocheters, and/or rug hookers around it every time I go in.
Weird thing, though, apparently their sock yarn is capable of jumping right off the shelf and onto my credit card.
This is 4 oz/450 yards of Chugiak superwash merino from Pagewood Farms. Mmmmm. It seems to be a bit overspun...
...but I don't care. It is soft and yummy and has gorgeous colors and will go splendidly with that green sweater I am going to knit for myself someday.
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The Yarn Harlot linked to me on Wednesday! I just checked my stats, and my blog had a total of over a thousand page views Wednesday and Thursday! That is about 800 more than a more normal two-day period. w00t!
This seems like an appropriate time to see how much the blog is worth ;-)
My blog is worth $9,597.18.
How much is your blog worth?
Heh. The last time I did that it was worth about $3.97. It's all about timing.
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Time for unconscious mutterings.
- Please stop :: that.
- Move over :: and share the covers.
- Sweet as :: honey.
- Bet :: your ass.
- Mad about :: Helen.
- It’s over :: the mountain.
- Intend to :: do well.
- Blame :: myself.
- Jefferson :: nickel
- Heartless :: bitch
You may now resume your normal Sunday doings. Have a great rest of the weekend!
