Diet Deadbeat
I have been spending the summer binging instead of dieting and I should probably gracefully withdraw. I shame the rest of you with my conspicuous yarn consumption.
It all started on my trip to Macon. Now, you have to understand that in the land of Florida there is hardly a yarn store to be found within a 50 mile radius of my house. To get to these stores one has to brave mind numbing traffic. I consume online, oftentimes tempted by projects that I see on blogs or that I hear about on the occasional podcast.
Being a fairly recent knitter, my stash was not so out of control. Having subscribed to a minimalist and simpler lifestyle in the last few years, I wanted to further reduce items in my closet to projects that I could actually hope to finish in my lifetime. The trouble started when I drove my son to camp and discovered a new shop in Macon. Upon my first visit, I left the shop reeling, dizzy and intoxicated by the many skeins of Tilli Thomas, Trekking, Munsch, Debbie Bliss, Plymouth...well, I had to make a return visit. Once back in the door I had to get “just a few things”. I left with a Lantern Moon tote overflowing with goodies and a coffee cup, gift with purchase.
The dam was broken. When I returned home, Yarn Market, Elann, and Little Knits called out to me. More, more, more...I was “off the wagon”. I have since binged on sock yarn in all varieties and colors, mohair blends and skeins of variegated cottons. Each package more bountiful than the next. The Habu silk should be hitting the front porch in a matter of days.
My behavior has been shameful and glutinous at best. As I hang my head in shame, I am listing for UPS to ring the doorbell. Burp!
It all started on my trip to Macon. Now, you have to understand that in the land of Florida there is hardly a yarn store to be found within a 50 mile radius of my house. To get to these stores one has to brave mind numbing traffic. I consume online, oftentimes tempted by projects that I see on blogs or that I hear about on the occasional podcast.
Being a fairly recent knitter, my stash was not so out of control. Having subscribed to a minimalist and simpler lifestyle in the last few years, I wanted to further reduce items in my closet to projects that I could actually hope to finish in my lifetime. The trouble started when I drove my son to camp and discovered a new shop in Macon. Upon my first visit, I left the shop reeling, dizzy and intoxicated by the many skeins of Tilli Thomas, Trekking, Munsch, Debbie Bliss, Plymouth...well, I had to make a return visit. Once back in the door I had to get “just a few things”. I left with a Lantern Moon tote overflowing with goodies and a coffee cup, gift with purchase.
The dam was broken. When I returned home, Yarn Market, Elann, and Little Knits called out to me. More, more, more...I was “off the wagon”. I have since binged on sock yarn in all varieties and colors, mohair blends and skeins of variegated cottons. Each package more bountiful than the next. The Habu silk should be hitting the front porch in a matter of days.
My behavior has been shameful and glutinous at best. As I hang my head in shame, I am listing for UPS to ring the doorbell. Burp!
posted by Patricia at 2:36 PM
4 Comments:
At least when you fell, you fell with style. What lovely yarns you bought! At the very least, you have a better stash than when you started!
wow, you did a swan dive ! how amazing. i think we all had good intentions, and i think we've all gained in some ways ... i gained weight, yarn weight. oops. but, it's all pretty and getting knitted. right?!
Wow--if you have to fall, fall all the way--with style as Liz says. Gorgeous yarns.
wow, another one.
That is positively stunningly gorgeous yarn. No wonder you fell! Yowza!
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