Though when I am faced with a bargain that I have to make a snap decision on you can forget it. The pressure! Making any decision while I am in the presence of yarn with three hyper after-school-on-a-Friday children that are fresh from the living hell that is shoe shopping is tricky. I was all choose-d out.
We had found ourselves in Hobbycraft, well, because it was near the shoe shop and I am a glutton for punishment and thought I'd drag my unruly brood in there so I could check out the yarn. I have no idea what else they sell as I never get further than that aisle. I've learned to look closely at the price tickets as it isn't very obvious when things are reduced, they are sneaky like that. Also one of the labels shows the yarn shade as being 'Exotic Poo' which appeals to my basic sense of humour. I spot some Sirdar Balmoral with one shade priced as 99p a ball. Here is where am sucked into a vortex of indecision of my own making. Really all I want is for someone to say 'Yes, buy it!' and absolve my guilt over spending any money. Instead I end up either trying to justify my purchase or talk myself out of it and getting nowhere. I have reconstructed the scene for you all in my forgotten-by-taste-and-time kitchen and a yellow plastic toy shopping trolley.
Do I need more yarn? That's pretty cheap and it's real wool as well. Maybe get a couple for some hand warmers. Or a hat.
But it's so cheap! I could make a cardigan for the baby. I could mix it with some other colours and do some fairisle. Maybe a couple more.
Oh, didn't someone on Ravelry say it was a bit scratchy? It might get softer with washing. It doesn't feel that scratchy to me. Where have my kids gone? They sound like they are murdering each other. Need to hurry up! 6 will do.
I wonder how many is on this shelf? I'll count them into my basket. I could make a cardigan for me, a project for less than £20! What if it really is scratchy? But it's not like I wear nothing under a cardigan is it? Do I really need more yarn? What if the 99p is a mistake!
I have also recently impulse purchased a new dining table, complete with the requisite indecision and bored, wailing children. It won't fit in the car. Of course I only found this out after I had sent Mr J to collect it and taken the legs off my old one!! I'll tell you more about that next time. After I have put the legs back on the table.
See you soon!