Sunday, October 15, 2006

Confessions of a yarnaholic

This thing happens to me, when I am in a place that sells yarn, be the new shop on the block or Michael's, I start to sound like Rebecca Bloomwood from Confessions of a Shopaholic.
I always start out with the best intentions, I am going just to take a look. Next thing I know, I start saying things like, "Wasn't I saying just this morning that I need some heavyweight sock yarn to make socks for my dad? This is the perfect color!"
Or, "Was I just thinking this morning that I need some nice cotton sock yarn? It is too hot in California for wool socks." Never mind that it was freezing this morning.
So there, I never said I did not have a problem.

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