Not that I need it? Not that I’m particularly deprived? It’s pure impulse and desire speaking here…
I am never going to ever get a skein of Wollmeise to knit up.
Just one little skein of Wollmeise, that’s all I want. Please oh please shoppers at The Loopy Ewe, couldn’t you just leave one little skein for me when stuffing your carts full of ginormous Wollmeise purchases? Pleeeease?
Hmph.
“Of a little,
take a little,
manners so to do.
Of a little,
leave a little,
that is manners too.
My grandmother used to say that. She was talking about Congo Bars, not yarn, but you know the principle is the same.
It truly is a case of sour grapes, because I’m just crabby over missing the update by like, an hour. It’s not like I lack yarn. I am surviving just fine without Wollmeise. Maybe this is a life lesson in being happy in the face of lacking The Most Glorious Sock Yarn In THE WORLD, Ever, In The History Of Ever.
I could actually get some Wollmeise and maybe hate it after all that fussing. Somehow I doubt it, but I’m going to try to convince myself that it’s possible.
...a homeschooling, unjobbing mama and modern day Mrs. Lovett. Knitter. Cat lady. Artist. Tattooed and irreverent, with a twist. My purpose on this earth is to bring a little inspiration and delight to all of y'all. Life is amazing! Grace is everywhere. Let me show you...
