I did it again. Stopped by the LYS to pick up some yarn for a specific project and was struck by yarn lust. I circled the yarn store like a shark sensing blood in the water. I walked by the two skeins repeatedly, eyeing them with a ravenous hunger. I found what I needed for the project and one skein of on sale for $5 yarn that was the same as some I already had. (You never can tell when one extra skein might save the day.)
Then I doomed myself. I walked by the object of my lust one last time, reached out a hand and touched it.
It leaped into my arms and clung like a baby monkey.
I had no choice, I had to buy it.
And it's MY yarn, this is not present yarn, this is MY yarn. Two skeins of Manos del Uruguay pure wool, hand spun, kettle dyed, sybaritic beauty.
The photo doesn't even marginally do it justice.
Now I have to figure out what to make with it...