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9.27.2005

Yarn Whore.

It's not my fault that my new friend at work is also a yarn strumpet. She's the one who showed me the Knitpicks Catalog today. It's also not my fault that I can get the yarn to make Samus in Spruce for 32.00. (Yes. Thirty-two dollars. For wool. That's crazy inexpensive.)

Now I just need the time to knit it. Because right now the yarn whore in me is saying "I want it I want it I want it I want it" and the rational beast in me is saying "but when the hell are you going to make it, net junkie?" Of course, I could start knitting on the shuttle, and at lunch, and instead of doing other mindless shit. I do believe the body itself would go smoothly, but the cables would take me some time. (But I want it! I want it! I want it!) I'll sleep on it, and decide on Thursday, after I talk to the enabler and see how soft their straight-up worsted is.

And yes, I'm sure there will be House commentary to follow.

1 Comments:

Blogger Steph said...

HEY! there is nothing and i mean NOTHING wrong with being a self-proclaimed whore!

as for the yarn.....just knit up some fancy yarn handcuffs and bondage stuff.......ohhh, fun!

xoxox

4:20 AM  

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