Cruel taunts

Today I received a postcard from a LYS (not the most LYS but in the next town over) notifying me of a 10 day sale on ALL knitting yarns and needlepoint canvasses. The special anniversary sale begins on Tuesday. Now how is a troubled yarn addict such as myself supposed to resist that kind of temptation? My mind has been conducting a presale inventory of all of the yarns that this shop had in stock when I lasted visited them about 3 weeks ago. In my mind's ear (the hearing aid to my mind's eye) I hear skeins of "Prism Stuff" calling me and telling me to come and get them. OK, now if my mind's nose kicks in we will know I am in very bad trouble indeed as I learned in grad school courses in psychology that olfactory hallucinations are a poor prognostic indicator. Stay tuned to learn how much I succumb to temptation (oh yes, the question is not whether or not....just HOW MUCH?).

In nonknitting news, I have to vote myself an unfit mother. We took our daughter for her first ever glimpse of the ocean and I forgot to bring my camera to capture this precious moment. Other than that, she loved seeing the ocean. In fact, she loved it so much that she was speechless (this from an almost 18 month old baby girl who chatters away from the moment she wakes up until she goes to bed!)