I mean, who would have thought that. The use of the word simply cannot be in the everyday lexicon of most people. I even found supporting use of the word this way when reading last night, in one of my older knitting books. Or maybe I just wasn't ready to know it yet.
My local yarn store is having their yearly sale Canada Day. Its a biggie. 25% off. For newsletter people if you care to shop a couple of days early and get the best selection, you can get 10% off in the days leading up to the sale. I stopped by yesterday to scope things out.
But I didn't scope. I shopped. I shopped hard. Like running a sprint, I only had so much time and there was a lot of yarn to consider. There was lace. Misti Alpaca or Malabrigo? Colinette? There was that gorgeous store line, Eden as well as their Epic yarn in the cream and charcoal black. Wonderful natural colours. There was some cool chunky multi coloured Malabrigo. There was a a whole bunch of Debbie Bliss Amalfi. Its gorgeous stuff and perfect for summer knitting. There was Rowan. Oh my Creative Linen, how I love you. Kid Silk Haze, I love you plus I love your big balls of 'Stripes' even more. There was a ton, a ton of chunky weight Super Alpaca from Diamond yarns. I could have used several sweaters worth of that. There was Noro. And sock yarn. And Sirdar's marvelous Baby Bamboo. And Cascade 220 and Ecological Cascade and Ultra alpaca . And...and...and...
When I was preparing to pay the piper, they did not tell me how much I owed, they told me how much I saved. That was impressive enough. When I got home, I was mucking about and put it all in my stash, like a good Raveler (and so I remember just what I have) and you know what?
I bought 3.9 miles of yarn yesterday. Almost 4 miles of yarn. I didn't think 4 miles of yarn could fit into bags that small.
I ought to go lie down and think about that.