I did buy one thing that I really needed. Pink cotton. It has to go with the lone ball of ruffle yarn I will ever have.
I like ruffle yarn well enough. Like everything, it has its place and it has its community of ruffle scarf knitters who absolutely love it. I'm just not a member of that community. (Nor would I have been a member of the fuzzy eyelash yarn scarf community) But that doesn't mean that I don't think about how I would use them. It is yarn, and I do think about yarn.
This ruffly blue pink and white behemoth ball of ruffle yarn called to me one day while I was wondering through the yarn store, and said 'tutu'. Ruffly, fluffy, girly goodness. Don't you think that would make the most brilliant skirt? Long drop waisted bodice with a ruffly bottom skirt? The perfect summer dress for a little girly girl. Or a not girly girl, just a little girl who needs a dress. Ever since my Sweet Thing has appeared on the scene, I am seeing the most amazing things in the most unusual yarns. So I needed the pink cotton to fulfill my imagination.
I also had to pick up some stuff I special ordered. River City has a yarn line of the most sinful kind, Eden. I knit a really lovely Multnomah a couple winters ago for a lady I worked with who was always cold, and oddly enough, this last office I worked in has another lady who is also always chilly. I had been wanted some Eden to make her a special something too. I tried to get some a few times, when I knew they had stock, but each time, I would miss out on the blue. The blue, called Nightfall, is really in demand. Blue is a colour that everybody loves, not the pastel blue mind, but this rich royal to midnight and everything in between. I don't like to do it, but I ended up special requesting the blue.
The picture is pretty good, but really, it cannot begin to capture its range and depth.
And then I had to stop and check out a new display of Noro. I was enjoying the viewing in a kind of remote 'not going to buy you' way, right up till I noticed a small bowl of Taiyo, tucked behind the other baskets.
I thought I was safe. I have some Taiyo. I really don't 'need' any more. But it was lace, Taiyo lace. 840 m of Taiyo summery goodness. A Noro sucker punch. It hit right in my weak spot. Lace. Sigh.