I messaged a weaving friend from Collingwood via ravelry to ask if she knew of the sale. Turns out she did. A local 'production weaver' is downsizing and selling off her yarns at 75% below retail.
Now what's a girl to do?
Five cones is all I bought.
The small cone of rust boucle I thought might work as a tag-a-long coupled with the off- whites. Once home, though. I realized it is too dark for the mono-chromatic look the sweater demands.
The last item I spotted was the large cone of green tweed. Resistance was futile. With a life- time supply of green yarn, what fun I could have teasing my friend Nicki. She is sick of seeing me in green and keeps insisting I branch out colour-wise.
Wilma emailed to say she had gone to the sale but was disappointed. She thought the yarns looked old, dated and had a 'too-long-in-storage' smell to them. She passed.
Today, to take the picture for this post, I took all cones out of the bag and set them on the desk. Wilma is right. There is a certain, not-very-pleasant 'eau-de-storage' about them.
But for $22, no tax, on a dark, grey, Saturday afternoon, I had a fun hour fondling fibre. So my way of looking at it is --"Bargain if I never use it". Or "I've spent it in worse ways." Or "They're printing it everyday." Take your pick. Or
Never ask of money spent
Where the spender thinks it went.
For no one was ever meant
To remember or invent
What he did with every cent.
My sentiments exactly.