Ping Pong Karma

I have a knitting friend who's seen my stash and finds it amusing. This friend goes with me to knitty events where I buy unreasonable amounts of yarn while she get a skein - maybe two. I laugh but secretly I wait for the day she falls hard for some yarn so that I can laugh a little.

The other day she called and told me that she'd made a few purchases lately. Yarn and books and patterns. She may even outgrow the bin that currently holds her little stash. I smiled. I laughed. I was really amused.

I should've known better. Karma's a bitch. Tuesday morning I surfed some of my favorite online shops and found fun stuff there. Lot's of fun stuff. Usually, reason takes over and stops me from getting in trouble. Not Tuesday. My hand slipped. That's my excuse. Shhh... don't tell hubbo but somehow I clicked pay in one, two, three of my favorite stores. In my defense I should say that most of what I bought is for holiday gifts. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Look what I did last night. I spun up the batt I made in class a few weeks ago. It was so much fun to spin it. I'd never spun from a batt before and it was easier that I thought it would be. I haven't measured it but it doesn't matter because I don't think I'll use it for anything other than sitting and looking pretty anyway. As I spun it all I could think of was all the fiber combinations I can come up with. I just can't wait to get a drum carder.