We Fell. Hard.

Or,

"Is Summer over already?"*


This weekend was among one of the best I've had in a long time, because I spent most of it in the presence of my dear Ann and her incredible family. We had meals prepared by the Back Bou himself, and got to watch our children play together, the oldest pair and youngest pair being perfect playmates, all the while knitting and talking and enjoying the most glorious weather in these soulless Philadelphia suburbs where I now make my home.

And we encountered a yarn sale.

And we fell off the Summer of Stash wagon very very hard.

On Saturday, after going to the Lancaster County Farmer's Market in Wayne, PA in search of provisions for our meal and blog-fodder for the BB, Ann and I went to lunch in Skippack, PA, the location of my LYS, Yarnings. I have not been to Yarnings since before the Summer of Stash began, since it is the source of much temptation. But the cafe was right across the street, and the Yarnings parking lot had many spaces...it just happened.

I was considering perhaps just one lone ball of Cashmerino Aran for those Fetching things, just one little purchase to get me through until Labor Day.

Yarnings was having a yarn-by-the-bag sale. And Ann was on vacation which was her exception. And since I was with Ann, I was on HER vacation, so I get an exception for that, right?

Oh, friends, it was ugly.

This is both Ann's and Liz's yarn. There's a bag of Mission Falls 1824 wool, a bag of KFI Cashmereno, 4 hanks of Claudia's Handpaint, a bag of Noro Lily multi, two skeins Artful Yarns Jazz, and the ball of Cashmerino Aran I intended to buy. Let me assure you, Ann has more to confess from her travels in Vermont.

Or beautiful, if you really like yarn shopping with your dear friend who you miss terribly. The only thing missing was Mo. And didn't I hear something about a sale in your LYS, Lettuce Knit in Richmond? Do you have some confessing to do, too, my dear?


* Mr. S's exact quote upon seeing the shopping bags and our sheepish expressions.