Today, I am old.
Well, older than yesterday.
So I went to a yarn sale yesterday and was disappointed--not that there wasn't lovely yarn there, but because my stash has been frowned on, and because several things were almost-but-not-quite the right color, I only got dh some sock yarn. Whoopie freakin do.
But I was thinking about yarn, and my impulse when I go to the LYS's to bring my knitting bag in. I have no time, in these particular instances, to sit and knit, because often I have dd with me. Still, in an oddness, I feel a bit like it's the pet store and you bring your dog with you... I want my yarn to visit the other yarn...
Kids are fighting again and once more my train of thought is derailed.
On an unrelated note, I think I should point out that when knitting with beads, it is a colossally bad idea to bead near your elbows. If you have intent of being anywhere near computers, that is.