Julie asked for pictures of my shopping trip of shame…we all remember our Princes Bride, right? Anyway, I thought I’d try to mask the sheer amount with pictures of the toddler, but since it’s 11:30 in the morning and he’s still wearing pajamas, well, maybe not such a stellar idea…
The devil ducky knitting needles are Chicken’s… as is the basket with the al-paca and the gratis bamboozle that we got from the goodie bags on the train (those were great, by the way…yarn, an entire book, a craft magazine…not bad for jumping on a train!) But I especially like the one picture of him with two itty bitty skeins of yarn…that between them carry about 3200 yards of fiber. That, my yarn-drugging friends, is what is known as good shit. (And, okay, looking at the preview, that picture has gone bye bye in the ether and it’s not letting me download again… c’est la vie…)
I finally just caved and took a picture of the full box and now I’m going to go hide, shame faced, and cook something in penance.
