Monday, August 8, 2011
Just recently I've not been at home for the weekend. It's been a bit crazy and sad and so I've been staying with a friend to be soothed and distracted. This means leaving my beautiful Tonk, Peri, home alone. He's got plenty of warm beds to sleep on, an endless supply of food and of course his own entrance and exit. The first weekend he was a wee bit miffed and complained long and loud. Haven't not quite made his point he decided it was time to up the stakes. This weekend I arrived home to find not one, not two, not three but four different balls of yarn artistically tangled over every available inch of lounge. Not only where they so intrinsically mixed together they were also wet and chewed. Worse, he chewed yarn that a friend bought so I could knit her a jumper. Peri didn't miaow once this weekend. He just sat giving me that look that says, leave me again at your peril!
Monday, August 1, 2011
I did it....somehow I have survived the dreadful, terrible, awful yarn diet. I don't know how I did it, it was tough, temptation was every where, on the net, in the street. So many places to avoid and yet here I am at the end. I feel good. My stash is considerably lighter. Over 8 kgs of wool was knitted from stash. When I actually convert that into balls of wool even I'm staggered that I should have accumulated so much. Of course my first thought is to go out and celebrate by going slightly crazy in a yarn shop but then that would defeat the purpose of the diet and leave me seriously crippled financially. So instead I'm going to bask in my strong self will and determination knowing that I can buy now if I want to. I just don't want to....until pay day!