It really shouldn't surprise me that I can't stick to a diet or to a schedule. I have absolutely no self control.
Saturday, we went to Concord, where there is a Borders Books that M wanted to go to. No road trip is complete without a quick search by me for any local yarn stores. Sometimes they are worth the trip, other times not. The one I found this weekend was one of the good ones. The Elegant Ewe was really well stocked. I wasn't wild about the hovering staff, but I finally convinced them that I knew what I wanted, I didn't need any help, and that I could spend plenty of money even without their suggestions. I proved that by spending quite a bit more than my ridiculously low pre-set limit. Actually I ended up spending our grocery money for the week, but don't tell M. (Honey, if you're reading this, it's gonna be cereal for dinner for the next few days...) I bought three of these, three of these, and two of these. I couldn't stop myself. When we got home, I sat on the couch with all eight skeins on my lap. One of them is so soft that I kept putting it up to my cheek to feel it's deliciousness. M jokingly suggested that I toss them up in the air and then roll around in them. I considered it, but even I have to draw the crazy line somewhere.
M wanted to know why I needed more yarn when I obviously have enough yarn to make seventeen pairs of socks, three sweaters, countless scarves and probably a couple of hats. I figure I'm stocking up for the time when money is really tight and I won't be able to buy any more. Or if I should ever break both my legs and be unable to get to my LYS. I really have no excuse. I like yarn. I just can't help myself. And while we're on the subject, oh husband of mine...why did you need more books? You already have some books. So, you just sit over there and look at your books and mind your own business. I'm going to go roll around in some really soft yarn.