With a nod and a wink to Mr Lloyd Webber

Off into the world we go

Planning futures, shaping years

Yarn (comes in) and suddenly all our wisdom disappears

Yarn makes fools of everyone

All the rules we made are broken

Yes yarn, yarn changes everyone

Live or perish in its flame

Yarn will never never let you be the same

Yarn will never never let you be the same

So I guess technically the whole knitting blogishpere is on a yarn diet this year, promising to knit from stash and drive all those poor, poor yarn stores who depend upon our addictions out of business. But not I! Oh no, I'm standing by my belief that humanity cannot live in a vacuum, that there must be equilibrium! Two pairs of socks either finished or nearly there means that the void in my stash drawer must be filled and hence, the Fearless Fibres deliciousness (Midnight Passion and Marrakesh colourways.)

Oh but now I see that sock yarn doesn't count. Hmmm, and there I was thinking I was being all noble for once. Eh, a girl needs her yarn.

She also needs antibiotics, but that's another story (as she wipes cough splatters off her monitor- ew!)

PS. My egg cups kiss. (My socks spoon, hahahaha!) Isn't that so gosh darn cute?