Last Saturday afternoon, calmly sitting at home, chatting, relaxing and then suddenly the phone rings.
It's Mhairi - "Han, Champion Wools on King St is having a closing down sale!"
"oh my god. hang on Mhairi - I'll be there in a minute, literally"
I race out the door, power up king st (thank god I live so close!) running past a few people I know not taking the time to stop and say hello, my empty shopping bag in hand. "A Yarn Sale. A Yarn Sale!!" I'm singing in my head.
I run into Champion Yarns, and start touching (and yes "
D", I thought about licking) skeins of tasty wool. I started pulling Jo Sharpe balls off the shelf to work on that blanket I'm trying to finish. Next thing I knew my bag was full and I wasn't going to be eating for a whole week. A small sacrifice considering how much wool I got and how great my blanket is going to be one day.

Mhairi and Kirsty were there. I think they might of been a little scared about my hyperactive behavior. They're new to this whole yarn thing, and are safe for a bit longer before the OBSESSION starts. But they got into it pretty quickly and realised the whole conundrum of buying wool: "if I buy something that's nice, but have no idea what to make with it, is that a problem?" As previously mentioned, they are both novices at yarn shopping and came to the conclusion that it
was bad to buy without planning before hand. FOOLS, what fools -
BUY NOW THINK LATER. especially when there is a sale on!


I'm not going to use this post of moan about the lack of wool stores in Sydney - seriously, there's a massive hole in the market. I'll save that complaint for its own post. I think that is one of the main things I'm missing about London. For a country that produces some of the best merino wool in the world - where are all the yarn shops? where is all the wool?