I got it into my head last night, as I attended a school event in which Nieceling participates, that I need a school colors scarf. Her school colors. I had the impression that her school had one set of colors, my brother had a different set of colors, so I looked it up. Her school has two colors proper and an accent color.
Wow. I feel sorta...deprived. My high school only had two colors. *sad face* Perhaps we were too poor of a district to afford an accent color? *snerk*
Anyway, I finally found some yarn that I liked in colors that are sort of appropriate (it's hard to find orange yarn that doesn't also have baby clown barf colors as well) and then....
I don't know if I told you the tale of my beloved Malabrigo Lace. And a quick review on another tab shows that I did make mention, August 8th, of two skeins of Malabrigo that I buried at the bottom of the basket which the LYS owner uses to display the Malabrigo lace (seriously, that's not smart at all--it ends up all over the floor when you dig to the bottom for stuff, and I do, oh, yes, I do dive headfirst into the basket of yarny goodness) that someone else managed to dig up and buy before I could get back. I was heartbroken. The color, by the way, was actually Damask Rose, not dusky rose as I mistakenly typed the first time. Embiggen that picture, and it's fifth row down, last on the right. Beautiful, and I don't like pink, by and large.
Anyhoo, I go into the LYS today to find orange yarn and some other colors, and find three skeins of my Damask Rose Malabrigo! Alas, my deposit has not yet come down from the Banks That Be (I keep forgetting the weekend is MONDAY, that does make a difference when calculating that sort of thing), but they're holding it for me. I may have a check at some local big box stores--the colors I'm searching for are apparently not high end this season--before I go back and finally, finally, claim my Malabrigo.
But this insanity must stop. Do you have any idea how much lace weight yarn, much less Malabrigo, I own? Neither do I. I'm not joking. I've got a ton of pictures in my Ravelry 'stash', but it's not at all accurate. I keep saying, I'm going to stop stashing. I'm going to stop stashing. I have enough yarn, I could knit for years off my stash, I need the money to buy my financial freedom from corporate wage slavery, I'm going to stop stashing, and do I ever change my ways? No. This Malabrigo debacle is just the latest in a string of foolish yarn (and, really, let's be honest and just say general) purchases at a time when I really need to be saving up every penny I can find for the very rainy day that's coming in mid-December. The Deus Ex Machina is being withdrawn into the flies, and I'm going to have to go back to paying all the bills with my skills and labor, for realz this time, and I think a big savings cushion will be paramount at that stage. If nothing else, a big savings can provide a most excellent pillow at night.
I need to put a sign up or something, something to remind myself that the money is very definitely finite, and I really, really, really need to grow up on this point. Well, and I need to get off my arse and actually do the things I said I would dedicate this last bit of complete freedom to doing (well, I've sort of done some of the things, but not the big, scary ones, which is really inexcusable).
How does a big, yella chicken change her feathers? I'm not sure, although tomorrow I am dedicated to my new working schedule (and should have no interruptions, other than picking up my yarn--yes, I'm a bad girl and I'm committed to it now and I've been stalking that Malabrigo for a month now, suck it up and deal), so perhaps I'll feel a little better about myself then. Maybe.
Oh, don't get your tailfeathers in a bunch, $27 is not going to break my bank or totally ruin my savings plan, it's just the overall trend. I think that I'll bag up my yarns an stick them in my stashtainer and then try to forget, for as long as possible, that there are things called 'yarn shops' or 'craft stores'. We'll see how long that lasts.