I broke my wallet at SAFF
My Saturday at SAFF was a real treat after several months of general blahness. But I'm going to be paying for it over the next month--between that and my upcoming trip at the end of November, I'm going to be left eating nothing but ramen noodles. Thank god I have a roommate now. ;)
Damage done (pics coming soon):
1 pair of Strauch fine handcards
a pound of undyed merino
8 oz bag of undyed silk noil
4 oz bag of dyed silk noil
3 oz undyed Wensleydale locks
5 oz undyed mohair locks
bag of dyed Cotswald curls
4 bars of goat's milk soap
2 small bags of angora fiber
Is there more? Probably. But the worst part is that the FLOW OF MONEY WILL NOT STOP. I am hemorraging cash, people! Someone find the vein and pull it out and clamp it, for god's sake!
This morning I signed up for a carding class at Knitch in order to learn how to use my new handcards, and then on my lunch break I stopped by Needlenook and what did I find? Handpainted numma-numma sock yarn, which Karen was flashing all over the place on the SAFF bus like some kind of shameless harlot. And the numma-numma lady herself was even on the bus with us--can't recall her name, but a woman who names her sock yarn after toast toppings? How can you resist that?
Obviously I need to be restrained at this point. But it was worth it, goddammit. Every last penny.
Damage done (pics coming soon):
1 pair of Strauch fine handcards
a pound of undyed merino
8 oz bag of undyed silk noil
4 oz bag of dyed silk noil
3 oz undyed Wensleydale locks
5 oz undyed mohair locks
bag of dyed Cotswald curls
4 bars of goat's milk soap
2 small bags of angora fiber
Is there more? Probably. But the worst part is that the FLOW OF MONEY WILL NOT STOP. I am hemorraging cash, people! Someone find the vein and pull it out and clamp it, for god's sake!
This morning I signed up for a carding class at Knitch in order to learn how to use my new handcards, and then on my lunch break I stopped by Needlenook and what did I find? Handpainted numma-numma sock yarn, which Karen was flashing all over the place on the SAFF bus like some kind of shameless harlot. And the numma-numma lady herself was even on the bus with us--can't recall her name, but a woman who names her sock yarn after toast toppings? How can you resist that?
Obviously I need to be restrained at this point. But it was worth it, goddammit. Every last penny.