I just returned from my LYS, where the owner looked at me like the Real Me had been taken by alien body snatchers. The reason? I bought just one skein of yarn. Yes, one. Singular. That’s close to being unheard-of for me. No impulse buys of on-sale cashmere or sidetracks to new projects today.
Today’s purchase was single-minded, all right. I decided that finishing the Hooded Baby Blanket with the nubby yarn with which I knitted it up would be the fastest way to crazy. I bought some smooth yarn (Plymouth Dreamland – not Fancy) in the same colorway to do the finishing.
I consoled the store owner, telling her that it was Really Me, not an alien imposter, and that I’d be back for more yarn as soon as the blanket’s finished.