Thursday, September 12, 2013

The knitter's fair is coming

Way back in June I marked something very exciting on the calendar for this Saturday: The Kitchener-Waterloo Knitters' Fair

I love the Fair.  It's everything you want if you do anything crafty with yarn or fiber, and it's in a lovely building across the street from a pretty fabulous mini-putt with two different courses to choose from.  I've gone I think every year for the last few years and it's always been sunny and glorious outside, full of yummy things inside. 

Love love love the Fair.

This year I might not go.  Or I might!  (it sort of depends on Trish.) 

I shouldn't even think about going, because just now I have rather too much yarn that isn't yet made into anything.

But I can't stop wanting to go, because hello, too much yarn? What is that??

The only thing I could see myself getting more of is Stoddart sock yarns, which is of course crazypants because I still have some from the Knitter's Frolic.

Not much though.  Just enough for three pairs of socks.  That's hardly anything, right?  I have obviously blown through what I bought at the Knitter's Frolic in April.

Oh.  I guess really I only started out with yarn for six pairs, so I'm only halfway through, and technically that's plenty.  Especially since I'm spinning enough Stoddart sock yarn for three pairs more than that.

Also I have quite a few very sensible things to do at home on Saturday.

But I want to go anyway.  What is up with that?

Your Weekly Heartbreak

So, this happened yesterday:

When I got to my favourite parking lot I discovered that since my previous outing I'd I taken my travel sock out of my purse and put it somewhere else without, apparently, being aware of the fact.  It took me till late this afternoon to find it which was awful: I was beginning to freak out that I'd actually dropped it somewhere.  GAH.  And it was just one of two striped socks and the other one would have haunted me forever with its needles still resting mid-arch.

Anyway all is well now except that while I was looking for it I found another skein of sock yarn wound into two matching cakes ready and waiting to be turned into socks, on top of the 12 or so other skeins also waiting to be caked and turned into absolutely anything.

Couldn't this have happened after the Knitter's Fair?

There you go: I leave it to you to decide which is the bigger heartbreak.  And then you can go do something very nice and I'll see you later!

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