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It Can Happen

I have long lamented about my inability to walk into a yarn store and walk out without yarn.  To prove I lack this ability I have shown you my stash, already the size of a small yarn shop.

Saturday was a day to run errands with some shopping and a haircut as a part of the trip.  My hair dresser does lots of weddings and I need to make an appointment on Saturdays.  So it should come as no big surprise that on Saturday she was running late.  I spent that extra time at Michael's and found these at 67% off because the instructions were missing:


I find the booties too cute for words.  The sheep-skin look on the inside of the sole is so grown up for a baby!  They were marked down because the knitting instructions were missing from the container.  But I happen to own many patterns and feel confident one can be located that will work!  So the lack of a pattern is no big deal (or so she thinks now).  I expect to work both sets up soon.

Now for the visit to my LYS, Black Sheep Yarn.  On the way home a quick stop was in the cards, like a reward for another busy work week.  I had nothing in particular in mind, which in the end was a good thing.  Several minutes were spent looking at the new yarns in cotton and with metallic twisted with the yarn, inspecting new buttons, new items that staff had knit and so on.  But in the end, nothing spoke to me.  I left with no yarn.  Perhaps it was because I really had nothing in mind when I entered or perhaps it was because while there I got ever so guilty about the size of the stash at home.  No yarn in hand is really a first for me.

Mom, I know you in particular will find it difficult to believe, but it can happen.  I can walk out of a yarn shop empty handed, yes, it is rare, but IT CAN HAPPEN.





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