A resolution was made to avoid purchasing new yarn. . . a ban put firmly in place. How in the world did this scrumptious cloud of pink make it through the picket line? The postwoman did it - she delivered it in the rain and no knitter worth her wool could leave it out on the stoop. To face the elements alone. All wet. And soggy. Possibly ruined. Right?
My mother made me do it. She asked if I would knit something wonderful for her favorite nurse at the Care Center. She offered to pay for it. What could I say? What could I do? What would YOU do? You would turn to WEBS to find the softest, most dreamy baby alpaca and ORDER IT! Which is exactly what I did. It was on sale, nearly 50% reduced. My bad.