Yarn that I'd ordered for my pal arrived today in the mail...and once again, I'm in looove...we live on the top floors of an old brownstone in Brooklyn, and I had to leave the package all the way down the many flights of stairs in the front hall, where it would be safe from my extreme ogling and cuddling. I bet I end up getting some of this yarn for myself too. How bad am I?
The other question I've posed myself is, why am I shopping online for yarn when NYC has so many lovely LYSes, even in my neck of the woods? My only answer to that is that I just love to get packages in the mail!!!