When i drove down to the TKGA show in Oakland yesterday I swore I was going to be good. I stated with firm conviction that I could get through an entire knitting show without purchasing a single skein of sock yarn. I had one thing I needed to purchase – a set of US size 7 DPN’s – and I found those right off the bat at the first booth we hit after we walked in the door. And at every other booth, even though I saw sock yarn, I deliberately stayed away from where it was displayed. And even when I did let myself go fondle a little sock yarn here and there I told myself that I did not *need* to buy sock yarn; that I have plenty of sock yarn at home and no more needed to come home with me.
This was working just perfectly for nearly the entire time my knitting mom and I were at the market. But then she spotted the display of Cherry Tree Hill Supersock, which I’d seen earlier but to which I had successfully avoided giving more than a brief glance of longing until then. And once she went over to it and started plucking skeins off the rack and we both noticed the big ‘Sale’ sign which noted that all of the Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn was $4 off if you bought two or more, and it occurred to me that there is no where in my area to buy Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn (and if there is DO NOT TELL ME because ignorance is bliss, people), and, well, I think it is safe to point out that if I was a stronger woman I would not be a member of the Sock Yarn Addicts Club, and after all, we *do* get one free day a month, and…um….did I mention that you had to buy two to get the discount price?
And then as we were leaving the market, I spied a rather nondescript box of yarn that turned out to be a sizable stack of Trekking XXL, in colors perfect for Richard. It is actually harder than one might think to find yarn that is
boring dull subdued enough for his tastes, but with enough excitement to keep me from nodding off in boredom or stabbing myself through the eye with one of my DPN’s as I slog through a pair of man’s socks, which take me twice as long as the ones I knit for myself. So I was only thinking of my wonderful husband and his poor cold feet when I bought those two balls of blue and purple Trekking, I swear. What kind of wife would I be if I’d left them behind?