Here's the carrot

Once I figured out that I was in the mood to tidy, organize and finish some stuff around here, I promised myself there would be no new yarn purchases.

New yarn would be my reward for having an empty WIP basket and a cleaner, tidier home. And, I was feeling very, very strongly about that resolution.

Until last Saturday. I was working at my lys, and some new product caught my eye.

I was mature, I was responsible, and I did not bring it home with me. I did pet it for a while, though.

But I continued thinking about those delicious colours, the lovely sproinginess. I have a pattern in my queue that is just waiting for the perfect heavy lace weight or light sock yarn in a semi-solid. It will be my next project when my WIP basket is empty.

Last night, when I was at the shop again, and with a few glasses of wine under my belt, my resolve faltered.

Not one, not two, not three, but four new skeins fell into my shopping bag and came home with me:

I am a weak, weak person. I wonder where that stick is, now.