Caught in the Act
I've decided that Tuesdays are for cleaning out Dad's house. It's a rather big house, 4 bedrooms, 2 1/2 baths, which will be a big job. It's overwhelming just to think about it.
So in order to not feel overwhelmed about clearing out Dad's house, I decided to go the the local yarn store first - and feel overwhelmed there! I knew they were having a sale this week, and I went in without a plan. I don't have any projects in mind. Well, I do. I just don't have any projects in mind that I don't already have the yarn. I was trying to knit from the stash. And, really, I can't afford to start any more projects until I'm done with the Husband's aran and my 'go to' sweater. I don't want to start down that slippery slope of startitis. Must Keep Feet Firmly on Path of Completion!
As I'm wandering the yarn store admiring the lady that had pattern in hand and the fortitude to only shop for yarn that would work with her pattern, my cell rings. It's the Husband.
"Hey, are you at your Dad's?"
"Where are you?"
"The yarn store."
"Lambikins? I'm glad that you are able to assuage your grief with yarn!"
Darn tootin'! I assuaged my grief to the tune of one book (A Gathering of Lace - I had one, but water had been spilled on it. It had never properly dried, and the pages were sticking and mold was growing), 1 skein of Sockotta, 2 skeins of Araucania Ranco, 1 skein of Misti Alpaca 2ply lace, 2 skeins of New England Shetland by Harrisville, and one large beautiful skein of Interlacements Spiderweb. You can see them all on ravelry - kskferg.
I thought my grief could be even better assuaged by the purchase of several skeins of the Jade Sapphire Silk/Cashmere. But I was sure that if I did, I would feel grief of a different kind. The grief of spending too much.