So, I'm home with the dreaded Shingles, doing fairly ok, considering the horror stories. Buggered, aching but ok. The One True has to go to see a man about a dog (in the city at the MTC), so I go along for the ride because I think, the MTC is near South Melbourne... I'll just pop into the Victorian Tapestry Workshop to drool over the green wool I have absolutely no excuse to buy because I've so much good and gorgeous wool already, even though I want it. I Want It! I notate it's code next to drawings of jumpers I hope to do, again and again. It seems right.
And, blow me down with a feather, what's right there in the throw out bin? Three cones of the very next shade, which turns out, is better than the other one anyway. It's only 'quite out there', instead of 'really freaking out there'! The lovely girl couldn't think why it was being put out cheap.
I'm very happy. Now, I have truly NO excuse to ever buy wool again, unless it's to compliment in a Fair Isle, or finish if there's not enough. NO OTHER REASON. I bought these little blossoms just because I knew I had no reason to go back for the longest time.