I met Cynthia today at our local craft store to browse the yarn department because everything was 25% off. Not a safe thing to do when your basement yarn stash looks like a yarn store. But a friend in need is a friend indeed and my friend Cynthia wanted my opinion on some yarn for a project she is inspired to begin.
So I went... no, not reluctantly, this is yarn we are talking about and yarn is my drug of choice.
Cynthia likened the experience to being a child in a store picking out that new box of crayons - all those colors are so mesmerizing.
So I looked. I touched. I held. I put skeins into my cart. I took skeins out of my cart. I put different skeins into my cart. I dreamed of what those skeins could become in my hands with one of my hooks.
I love yarn. I am addicted to yarn (just ask my husband). I know that yarn is an issue in my house. So did I buy yarn?
I have not learned to just say no to that question...to buy or not to buy.