As I fessed up in the previous post, my yarn fast has been broken. No way will I stand in line for hours to get 15% off at a not so local yarn shop, when I can wait a few weeks and average 30% off at my very local, walking distance yarn store. I stuck to my promise of not buying anything at full price and I'll stay true to my vow of no new major projects. Honest.
This is the first two drawers of my stash, laceweight drawer through sock and sportweight yarn, sale items included. Except for the the box of Koigu-esque yarn for my Babette in progress shoved under my favourite chair, and the two plastic drawers that contain my Alan Dart yarn. Oh yeah, the way too much Plymouth Encore purchased for my first crochet project, nowhere near finished. Did I mention…
I felt immense relief the other day when I ran into a fellow Raveler at our local Canadian Tire (you know who you are). Those of you familiar with Canuck shopping know that Canadian Tire's inventory is only 5% tires. It's like our London Drugs chain, a "drug" store that sells clothes, computers, toys and food. She had just bought a gift for her stash – five of those wonderful seven drawer plastic chests. This was in addition to the ones she already owns.
I always feel funny sharing the goods on the blog, but some have
commented that to talk about it without illustration isn't fair either.
This is not done in the spirit of showing off.
Life's a Stitch 
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