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.