This is Why I Don't Do Diets

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
-- Robert Burns

Well, that went well.

I recall saying a little while ago that I was on a yarn diet. Does this look like someone on a yarn diet?

I think not.

So, here's what happened:

One Saturday morning, I woke up, I logged into Google+ (where I'm spending more and more of my social networking-time" and saw a post from +At Knits End that said,

ONE DAY ONLY, 25% OFF SHOPWIDE!!! I am shutting down for a week starting Monday and would love to have tons of dyeing to do over my break. I am offering this one day only, 25% off shopwide sale on google+ only. 

What happened next, I am not sure. I either:

• was abducted by aliens.
• had my brain taken over by pixies.
• had a "yarnout" (which is the yarnie's version of a blackout).

When I came to, it was ten minutes later, and I was logging out of PayPal after paying for three skeins of yarn. Whoa. Freaky.

I vowed I was finished. I knew roughly that what I'd purchased was of excellent value and quality, and I also knew roughly which of my many saved patterns I would use them for. Well, not so bad. A slight bump on the yarn diet wagon.

Ahem. So, yeah.

I mentioned in one of my recent posts about my visit with a yarn friend in Winnipeg that the yarn store we planned of visiting was closed. I was secretly relieved. I did not need any more. Nope. Not me. I can stop any time.

Except... later on in the week, after meeting with another friend for lunch, we were driving back to my parents' house, and I knew that this same yarn store was on the way home.

Nope, don't need to go, I said to myself. I'm good. I'm just going to drive on by.

We got closer... about ten minutes away. The weather is nice, I said. I could just stop in, and hubby and Rascal could go for a little walk while I just have a peek.

Five minutes closer. "How would you feel about me taking a quick stop in the yarn shop on the way home?" I said to hubby.

Then, he said the trigger words.

"I don't mind," he said.

And that's how I ended up with twelve skeins of Cascade Sport and two skeins of Briggs & Little Durasport.

Addicted. That's me.

The upside is that I know EXACTLY what I'm doing with this yarn.

The downside is I'm as weak as wet tissue on a bull's horn.

Yeah, I don't know where that saying came from, either.

Sigh.