Alright. I admit it. I've been holding out on y'all.
Indication #1: I spent a good chunk of last Friday with Cate and despite having an amazing time, I haven't mentioned it here.
Indication #2: I met Kristen last Friday, fell for her, and said nothing on the blog.
Indication #3: I went to Webs last Friday and gushed not one teeny bit.
Indication #4: I haven't mentioned knitting for a week, despite being 5 glorious repeats into a pair of Monkey socks in the Frickmeister-STR.
The Confession: I can't talk about knitting or Webs or Kristen or Cate because I would be forced to admit that I've been sneaky. I found a loophole in my Knit From Stash rules [and it's all Kristen's fault]
If you have a gift certificate for $25 and spend $25 on yarn, that's fine. But if you find a mis-shelved cone of some mystery tweedy wool with the most stunning emerald base and flecks of pale blue, turquoise, hunter, and olive; and carry it around, pet it, and swoon over it for an hour; find out that it's $20 per pound (ouch!) and weighs 3 pounds; hear from a well-trained Webs brain that $60 is actually $48 (or even $45) with the discount; and then allow another well-trained scoundrel to buy said yarn for you and hide it until StashBust'07 is over?
Yeah ... that's cheating. I'm ashamed.
But god-daaaayyyyamn, that yarn is stunning! and it matches my eyes [blink, blink].
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You are devious and wonderful all at the same time!
I am also having trouble sitting on pins and needles, but I can only imagine how you and Wifey are doing!
Oh, I knew it. It was bound to happen. Why else didn't I sign up for this yarn diet? Ya right. I have no restraint. (I spent $85 plus change last night and YAH $45 was on a BOOK) Shall we have a book diet someday? Noooooot. I would be making rationalizations all over place ... just like YOU. *snicker* Go girl.
Picture please. The yarn sounds devine. I lurve tweedy yarns.
Cheater! Slap, slap!
how's wifey?
She can't post a picture because it's sitting in the Room of Bad Wallpaper and Good Knitting Books. Chez moi, is what I meant. Someday my camera and computer will commune once again and I'll try to capture it in its habitat.
She was really surprisingly strong, I must say. The fact that she left it behind is the really surprising part.
Perhaps I can work off some of my shame through scraping that wallpaper. It really -is- somethin'.
Ooooh.
Any Wifey news???
Now, if you had given yourself a $1 per day getting-out-of-bed yarn budget, then the problem would be solved. A little slack is a good thing. But I've been slavishly checking Google Reader with the hopes of seeing that everyone is at least breathing. I *know* you have contractual restrictions on what you can say. Please tell us what you can.
(this is my ump'teenth time trying to post a comment - my fingers/toes/needles are crossed that it will go through today...)
I've adopted the term "well trained scoundrel" and am just trying to figure out where I can fit it into my official title...it's a work in progress, but I have high hopes that I can wiggle it into my future.
'twas wonderful to meet you - I do hope we'll have more time next time! (there will be a next time.)
My fingers are crossed for wifey and your little-man, as well as for your doula'friends daughter. I hope everyone is warm and healthy(ier) soon.
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