Okay, who could blame me for this one? Scholarly, timeless, classic. Everyone needs this one!!! Right?! |
I've done it. Again.
I can't help myself. I see them and I must have them. I tell myself I must rescue them for no one else will appreciate them the way I can. What if they fall into the wrong hands? What if that someone else (the other purchaser) does not know what she has and inevitably does the unthinkable--gasp--donates it to Good Will where it will sit unnoticed amidst unread copies of Sunset Magazine and an also-ran cookbook with a forgettable title and stupid cover art (thought to be kitchy but really was just stupid)?
I excuse myself with well thought out rationales. They are like excuse notes to my teachers:
Dear Mrs. So-n-So,
Please excuse Janelle for buying up all the past issues of Vogue Knitting from 2006 that were on clearance on that obscure website (and it was SUCH a good sale, too!). She rescued them from a fate worse than paper for a hamster cage. She probably risked her identity to accomplish this incredible act and now these publications will live on forever.
She is truly a hero.
Sincerely,
Janelle's Addiction Conscience Mother
I just can't stop. If knitting patterns were cats, I would be on the local 10 o'clock news for keeping 150
An awesome surprise gift from my friend Jessica. A find at the local library book sale. Whew! She saved it!! Plus, it's really cool!! I love it! I guess I am hooking other people. |
What is a knitter to do, I ask you?
According to my Ravelry library, I have 4,198 patterns to date. And I know there are really so many more than that--just not yet cataloged. Some things have been given to me by enabling friends (I love you guys!), some I bought from the infamous Amazon, some from those dangerously obscure websites.
I am vaguely aware that I am riding the line between functioning normally as a good citizen and living a junkie's life, holed up for days at a time in some cheap motel, rent-able by the week, covered in knitting magazines and books, unshowered and smelling of god-knows-what, just waiting for my next delivery. My next fix.
Ralphie holed up in his mother's bathroom with his precious Little Orphan Annie Secret Decoder Pen.
But I am never disappointed the way Ralphie was. No, my message is never so mundane as "Be sure to drink your ovaltine."
Mine is always satisfying. Until the next package comes.
And I think I like it that way.
According to my Ravelry library, I have 4,198 patterns to date. And I know there are really so many more than that--just not yet cataloged. Some things have been given to me by enabling friends (I love you guys!), some I bought from the infamous Amazon, some from those dangerously obscure websites.
I am vaguely aware that I am riding the line between functioning normally as a good citizen and living a junkie's life, holed up for days at a time in some cheap motel, rent-able by the week, covered in knitting magazines and books, unshowered and smelling of god-knows-what, just waiting for my next delivery. My next fix.
Ralphie holed up in his mother's bathroom with his precious Little Orphan Annie Secret Decoder Pen.
But I am never disappointed the way Ralphie was. No, my message is never so mundane as "Be sure to drink your ovaltine."
Mine is always satisfying. Until the next package comes.
And I think I like it that way.