I don't consider myself a diehard shopper or a person who lives for retail therapy, but that might be denial. I mean, I did just sign up for another round of the Vesper Sock Club yesterday.
I've been watching for a purple stripe yarn in the Vesper club so I can knit socks for Jan - Jan loves purple and wears no other colour - and what should show up in my mailbox last week but a second purple stripe yarn, right after last month's special?
I think I still like the first one better for Jan though - to recap in case you missed it last month, this one which is called 'Let's Dance':
because I love this one for me. And as you know, I am a very selfish knitter, as contradictory as those two words are when paired.
Or maybe I'm not being selfish? Because Jan favours bright outfits and I lean more toward muted, and in spite of that I really, really like Let's Dance, too, probably as much as I like Zoom!. I think I might actually be thinking generously. How unlike me.
Then today, in spite of the nonstop house-related purchasing, I
found myself in the Eileen Fisher section of my local department store and got into a lot of trouble over silk tunics. And some pants. And a floaty Tshirt, sigh.
Part of the trouble is that Yvette recognizes me now and
knows exactly what styles I am going to like, and another part of the
trouble is that I am happiest wearing things that look like Stylish Grownup Person Outside Clothes but feel like pyjamas. And how else
can you describe Eileen Fisher's line?
I really need to stop shopping and start knitting though. Even though it is 30 degrees Celcius outside today, and super humid, I spent about ten minutes looking at an elaborately felted scarf and a black cashmere poncho. The last thing I need is to keel over, my credit card outstretched, onto stuff I could make with yarn I already have...
... except of course, I don't have black cashmere. But I'm not saying that out loud.