… she succumbed to the siren call of Romni Wools.
(OK, OK – I know that the people who frequent here knew it was only a matter of time. But I had managed to delude myself that I could make it through July at least without hitting a yarn shop – as is evidenced by this rather heartfelt post last week. Damn this blogging thing, anyway – it means I can no longer fully delude myself about promises made after they are broken!)
But it’s not my fault. Really. You see, I was stupid enough to misplace my 2.5mm lace needles (which I need for the Year of Lace Blueberry project…
GOOD KRISTINA: But you’ve just started two other lace projects! You won’t even start this one for another month or so…
EVIL KRISTINA: How do you know??? I knit faster than you do, you lazy wench. You’re too busy being goody-goody and doing things like working and being sociable.
GOOD KRISTINA: You can’t finish two full lace stoles by the end of July! That would be impossible.
EVIL KRISTINA: Besides, whose fault is it the needles are gone anyway?!? I wanted you to hold onto all that Dale Svale lightweight stuff but no… you had to clean out the stash room and take the whole bag of it to the Goodwill box. And that’s why the needles are gone – they were in that bag, you twit!!!
GOOD KRISTINA: But there’s no more room in the storage locker!!!
EVIL KRISTINA: Who said anything about the storage locker??? What’s wrong with the living room floor? We don’t even walk in that corner where all the stuff was stashed…
GOOD KRISTINA: (holding head) I … I … oh, never mind.
… and besides, the evil people at Romni have moved the Malabrigo to the front of the store, instead of hiding it in the back where I actually had to go and look for it.
Malabrigo? you might well ask. Didn’t I say just last week I already had 4 kilometres of the stuff in my stash?!?!
Well, yeeeeees… – but not in the Molly colourway:
Shocking pink! And, in yesterday’s ultra hot weather, it reminded me of a refreshing watermelon ice.
Or, for that matter, of my new favourite beverage:
GOOD KRISTINA: Hey – have you forgotten it’s JJ’s birthday?!? We should be buying stuff for him, not for us!! Today of all days!
EVIL KRISTINA: Whatever.
GOOD KRISTINA: I mean, at least I bought him that fancy $90 bottle of malt whisky from Cape Breton – and you never even chipped in. So, what did you get him? Huh??? Huh???
EVIL KRISTINA: OK – NOTHING. All right? Satisfied????
Well, I probably should have resisted, actually. Why? Because, on the way home from work yesterday, I was all of a sudden plagued by a recent memory – something that I had not only actually come across in the stash just last week but documented in that dreadful “I’ll never ever ever – and I mean NEVER – go to the LYS again!” post.
I hoped that perhaps my memory was failing me (as it seemed to have while in Romni earlier – but then I can hardly be blamed for that, can I?!?).
But no. Sigh.
One thing very clear in my failing memory, however… the image of me tossing the Romni receipt blithely away into the bin at St Andrew station on the way to the train. After all, I wouldn’t need it, right?!
GOOD KRISTINA: heh heh heh heh heh. Serves you right.
EVIL KRISTINA: Ah, shuddup already.