G. Knerd

So, I might have mentioned earlier that I’ve been on a yarn diet for the past 4-5 years or so.  Not, mind you, that it’s had much of a slimming effect on my stash (although had I not been on a yarn diet for that period, I likely would need to buy a new house right now to hold it all).  But I’ve declared loudly and to anyone that would listen that I was not buying new yarn.  Not at all.  Not any.  Not even if I had a project in mind for what I was about to buy.

How, then, did I end up buying this a few weeks ago?

Well, actually, I’m not sure either.  I could try justifying it by saying that it’s only 9.2 oz, and really soft Faulkland Merino Top, and, anyway, fiber spins down into a much denser yarn, so 9.2 oz really isn’t that much to add to the stash, really.  And, even if I were to accept that horrible excuse – which I don’t – it doesn’t explain the next thing.

That’s 22 oz of Merino Top stretched to 19 microns (or something – all I know is it’s lusciously soft and squishable).  Even accounting for shrinkage, 22 oz of fiber is a significant addition to the stash.  I could argue that fiber doesn’t count – although it totally does – except for the one other thing I bought that day.

Seriously, lead me not into temptation, for I will buy.  At least, somehow, I’m resisting the temptation to dye the fiber and cast on for the socks.  I’m still clinging to the hope that I’ll manage to get the wedding blanket finished in time for the big day.  (Yes, I know it’s crazy too, but you don’t have to laugh at me…)