Dear Diary,

I seem to have a little bit of a problem. I like buying yarn. No, scratch that. I LOVE buying yarn. It happens every time I go into a LYS. I look around, I touch a few and then BAM I'm hit with an idea that I can't shake and thus must get yarn to fufill the mania. It's an addiction, I admit it. That's the first step right? Can you blame me, Diary, the above was bought at a Fibre Co. Trunk show at a VFKW.

Diary, I don't even discriminate! I'll buy cotton, wool, silk, cormo! Alright, maybe not acrylic but if it's natural it's a done deal. I have visions of knitting these gorgeous yarns into beautiful sweaters, scarves, hats and even socks. 

Remember, when I lived a block away from Patricia's Yarns, I went there everyday for yarn. Oh how she'd tease me with Madeline Tosh, Spud & Chloe or a new shipment from Koigu. She knew how to woo me and let's be honest, still does.

Even in California I am not safe. I bought these skeins of Malabrigo Lace at Article Pract in Oakland. My new knitty friend Erin and I went on a little "adventure" to the Tulip Festival in the Piedmont district of Oakland. Yet, where we were expecting fields of tulips we found only some potted examples in the shops we went to. And when they said "festival" they really meant a small gathering of tables and people. Well, two tables and about 6 people. However, we did get to see a group doing the capoeira! Which will always remind me of the cheesy early 90s B movie Only the Strong. (who's lead actor BTW just had a cameo on tonight's Hawaii 5-O, I digress.)

Diary, all I'm saying is that I'm not sorry for getting all this yarn. I'm only sorry that my hands are just gonna have have to knit it all.  They're gonna hate me and I promise to get them many manicures to keep them happy.

Thanks for listening Diary, I knew you wouldn't judge me.

xoxo,
M