I wasn't going to buy more yarn until I'd destashed at least another ball or two.
I had two WIPs that had been untouched for nearly a month while I'd been on a reading spree.
And then my mom suggested we go up to Boothbay Harbor. Where the best yarn store in the world is.
$120.61 later, I had a couple more WIPs.
It doesn't have a brand name to it, but it was on sale and oh so alluring. 80% Merino, 20% silk. It might be a hat or something. I don't know. It's just so pretty.
They look like little Easter eggs. 100% "egyptisk bomull," which, in my limited knowledge of Norweigian, I think means "Egyptian cotton." It certainly feels like it. All of these will be for doing my own (for once) striping on socks.
"Mega Boots Stretch." I have no idea, but it's Lana Grossa, it's pink, black, yellow, and orange, and it's 70% virgin wool, 23% polyamide, and 7% "elite (PBT)," which I think means something. And looking at it now, apparently I spent $16.25 on it. And I kind of wish I hadn't. Oh well, excuse to quickly destash it.
Picture doesn't do it justice. Color Me soft cotton, in "Elegant," beautiful turquoise, seafoam, fuschia, and lavender.
Berroco Foliage - Russian Sage
Had to link to a big pic of this one from a commercial site, because no way could I do justice to something this beautiful. And how fitting that I picked up "Russian Sage" the day I finished Dr. Zhivago.
It was so great to be yarn shopping again. When I was in the store looking over the finger weight yarn, even just in plain solid colors, I was absolutely euphoric. The store owner asked if I was okay. I had to laugh when I realised I was just as giddy as when my boyfriend that I hadn't seen in a month visited on Sunday. But I haven't been yarn shopping for even longer, and my hands had been off the needles for a while when I took a break to read 4 books. But for the long ride, I picked up my Forever WIP, a pair of socks alternating between ribbing and stockinette every inch and a half. I bought some new size 2 DPNs in the shop because I couldn't deal with the bitty Brittanys I was talked into in another store. I need long needles, damnit! Also, toothpick size needles made of wood have a tendency to break when you jump off your roommate's top-bunk bed down on to the couch in a hurried attempt to find the phone. Fancy that! So we're switched to some metal Susan Bates needles.
I should be getting back to Mariah and that damn sleeve soon. Now, of course, I'm caught up in these socks. I did more in 24 hours than I did in months, so maybe they might even be finally done soon.