Well, since the excitement of last week's Craft Expo, I have been unable to get to sleep with too many thoughts (aka ideas) whizzing around my mind. I awake to more excited thoughts. But I was keeping myself under control. The carton of long-stashed fabric scraps (and a couple of unused lengths) still remains untouched at the top of the wardrobe.
Yesterday, around 1pm, DD rang to tell me that our local big box craft store was having a three day sale which finished yesterday. Did I want to go? DD was just leaving home and had to go via SIL's grandmother's place so wasn't likely to get anywhere near my local area in time so I tentatively agreed. DD must have really wanted to go - about two hours before closing time I got another call: "I'm nearly there - please meet me at the store."
How do I let her talk me into these things? And how did all this manage to follow me home? (ETA There are two photos because I couldn't get an accurate purple but adding red to the one on the left messed up the other colours!)
That's right - seven metres of fabric and three reels of cotton. The photo doesn't show the fold-up cutting board that also came out of the store with us (I use them, covered with a disposable plastic tablecloth, for blocking my knitting and occasionally for their original purpose!)
As I said, DD is a great enabler - especially when it's not her money we're spending! LOL
Delighted Hands and (especially you) Catsmum, please. stop. smiling! It's not funny!! I don't need another craft in my life! This is a knitting blog!