It was insane in there! Fortunately, knitters are a generally patient and pretty friendly bunch. Also, it was fun to see all the knitted items on display - like an impromptu fashion show, without the eating disorders. I walked out with a rather sweet little bag of treasures, feeling quite smug for having "saved" $45. (Never mind that I "saved" it spending money I wouldn't have otherwise. Shhh!)
(I'm a bad little blogger, though. I should have taken photos of the human tetris action going on in the yarn store, and I didn't. I'm really going to have to do better than that!)
We got home, and I realized we're out of Ziploc bags. They keep getting used for food, durn it all! What am I supposed to do with my yarn now? I was trying to figure out how to put it away so I could still look at it and fondle it, when I had this brief (very brief, thankfully!) moment of clarity. Kind of like an out-of-body experience, I was observing my life from outside myself. And I realized:
I have a lot of yarn!
I'm actually starting to build a stash worthy of the name. Though I still have a way to go before I can consider it a finished effort. I talked Mr.Q into giving me a foot rub later on (we also went to a Shopping Mall so I could find some new pants for work. I tell you, some people might think they've got the corner on extreme sports, what with their bungee jumps and skydiving and BASE jumping and toad licking...but they pale in comparison to the horrors and the obstacle course that are the suburban mall on a Saturday!)
Anyway, by the time we got home, my feet hurt. A lot. So Mr.Q kindly consented to my request for a foot rub. As I was
(The real question is...do I "save" some more money tomorrow?)