Why do I get such a rush from yarn? I fear it’s an illness. While travelling this weekend I found a yarn shop to end all yarn shops in Everett, WA. It’s aptly called Great Yarns, a house converted into a yarn shop. There are rooms devoted to different yarns; a bulky room, a worsted room, a sock weight room, a novelty yarn room, be still my beating heart. I have a habit of milling around knit shops without buying anything. Not this time. I was overcome with the urge to buy Touch Me in the deepest of aubergine (sounds better than eggplant) and Tartlette, a tease of a ribbon, in the springiest of greens, kissed with edges of pink roses. Whoa, she has it bad. 
Talk about a religious experience, I was with two non-knitters and one of them had a conversion experience buying yarn for not one, but two projects.
Life's a Stitch 
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