That wasn’t supposed to happen.
If nothing else, I am predictable.
Here I sit, with more than one work all-nighter logged of late, a publishing deadline looming, and days since I touched my needles …
… I really did. not. mean. to open that email. Not when I know Nutmeg Owl’s Theorem of Yarn Acquisition has yet to be proven wrong.
But I somehow opened the email from Jimmy Beans Wool when I meant to click on the one from Quince & Co. with the new collection of patterns. The one I opened had madelinetosh Vintage discounted for the skeins being 10 yards short – but still with perfect yardage for hats and mitts.
Someone with a better sense of humor would joke that I found a “short sale.” Only this short sale has been consummated. Unlike the other one that will drag on into a new calendar year. ~ S i g h .
I “need” more yarn like I need more holes in my head.
I knew this as I clicked and clicked and deliberately placed my order.
It didn’t stop me for a nanosecond.
But really, I didn’t mean to do it.
* For those who track my knitting deadlines better than I do: I have turned the heel and moved to the instep of Dreaded Heirloom Family Christmas Stocking #4. NO MORE COLORWORK and T-minus-six days to finish and block it.