I am not being productive today. I will flat out admit it. I am counting down the hours until I leave the office (three, I’m leaving early) and start a four day weekend. I still need to finish one of the Youngest’s mitts and make some earrings, wrap all the presents, and do some laundry, and then I can kick back and enjoy the weekend. Lisa B and I have plans to go to a movie tomorrow, and I will be spending Christmas Eve with Rick and the girls. And then on Christmas, Rick and I will lounge around all day and watch “A Christmas Story” on TBS until we can’t take it anymore. It will be a wonderful holiday, dammit. Provided I can use the tech support Vince has provided, I will even be able to get the iPod up and running.

I started off the holiday weekend with a bang last night. We got into Knitty City at the tail end of a book reading (while I’m sure it was a lovely book, I wanted to shop, dammit!) and talked to Ron (who taught me to spin on my birthday) and his wife Naomi (she of A Little Red Hen fame) for a bit. The owner of the shop, Pearl, came over to say hi and inform me that they had just gotten some new sock yarn in. She obviously knows me well. In the end I got some Hand Maiden Sea Silk, which is so lovely that I kept petting it all night, some sock yarn from Great Adirondack in “Chilli Pepper” which is just as bright as it sounds, and a skein of Candy to do a hat for my friend Dawn’s baby (she’s due on January 7, so I need to get moving on that). I spent more than I probably should have, but the yarn was so beautiful that I couldn’t pass it up.

Folks, this is where I confess something. I’ve now got a yarn stash to go with the fiber stash that started after Rhinebeck. If I’ve got cash and the yarn is calling to me, I’m likely to buy it. Sometime soon, I will take a picture of the stashes – they are not large, but I definitely have enough to keep me busy for a while. Like, um, enough sock yarn for five pairs of socks. And laceweight enough for a couple of scarves. And then there’s the Cascade 220. People, I am a yarnaholic and proud of it. I had sort of forgotten it when I was on carpal tunnel hiatus, but there is just something really freaking cool about knitting string into something. With the handpainted yarns especially it’s fun to watch how the colors flow into each other and combine into a finished project. Yarn is goooood.

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