I know. It’s not even funny any more. My yarn addiction is waaay out of control. I could attempt to offer you the (lame ass) excuses I tell myself – the self-justification process part of my brain is an art form in itself. The words ‘need’ and ‘worth it’ and ‘necessary’ all play a part. Plans to knit just ONE more thing before I call time on my yarn buying; the economic advantage of knitting one’s own rather than buying (please stop laughing); I even dig down deep and come up with a few human rights I’m sure this yarn buying upholds.
But you know what? I’m just a yarn-crack addict. I can’t help it. I love yarn.
This latest splurge was bought direct from Quince and Co after seeing Amanda’s lovely little “Annabel” sweater that was ‘the very colour I have been SEARCHING for’. It’s true. I think I have every shade and every varient of gold, honey, mustard and everything in between. This was one shade I needed to complete the entire collection. The only thing left that I HAVEN’T got would be Madelinetosh Prairie in ‘candlewick’ and as much as my self-talk can deluded me into most things, even *I* can’t talk myself into parting with THAT much money a skein.
So. This little bundle of joy is currently awaiting the time when it is balled up ready to be transformed into a FLS. I’ve tried this pattern before, it needs concentration, so not really a mindless knit while the kids play, more of a bedtime knitting thing. But that’s OK. The effort is worth it when it turns out right.
And then, when (hopefully) this yarn has been transformed into knitting gold I think I can put my mustard obsession down and move on.
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