Saturday was an unusual day. I had a special choir rehearsal all morning where we sang mostly Christmas music. That was fun. But TMax was at an Academic Team tournament from which I had to pick him up
whenever he was done. Since I was in the area, I stopped at my LYS (Local Yarn Store, for the uninitiated); they had just moved to a bigger location.
Here's the Ecstasy part:
I spent a little over an hour walking past every. single. row. of shelves. Full of yarn.
Gorgeous colorways that make me happy.
I felt most of them. Should I not have done that? Because that's the best part!
I found new yarns that I'd never heard of. I found yarns that I have heard of and have been dying to use. I thought of patterns that I have downloaded, that are waiting in my queue.
Here's the Agony part:
There are so many amazing yarns that feel so scrumptious! There are so many patterns I'm longing to knit, both for myself and for others.
And there is so little time and so little money for all those things. Since I knit fairly slowly, I can probably manage to scrounge up the money for the next project while I work on one. But it's really hard to stay faithful to one wip at a time. I like to have lots of things to choose from depending on my mood.
I wish someone would pay me to knit.