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I exercised restraint on Sunday like you wouldn’t believe. Knitomatic is a lovely little store, lots of interesting yarns and the funkiest big, plastic, bag handles circa 1972. And I didn’t buy a thing. Instead, I knitted for about an hour and trundled home feeling very proud of the self-discipline I exercised.

And then yesterday, I stopped in at Village Yarns (the ONLY yarn store between Hamilton and West-end Toronto that is open late on a Monday evening) and spent about a month’s worth of yarn dosh on Lady Godiva from Fleece Artist. I knew it was only a matter of time before I gave into Fleece Artist yarn, whenever I see any in a store I’m magnetically drawn by some sort of centrifugal pull away from the core of restraint and discipline and all those good things they talked about at Sunday School. The stuff is all hand dyed and they sell it in these wickedly tempting loosely-wound skeins that scream colour and texture so that you just can’t look away, nevermind get your grubby paws off it. I bought two skeins dyed in rich reds and pinks and wines and I was almost sorry to see them spun into balls because I just wanted to take them home and put them under my pillow and dream rich, fleecy dreams. Keep your eyes on the pictures to the right because tonight, more unabashed yarn photography.

Later that day: pictures are up. For the best viewing experience, you’ll have to come to my house.