His office is 'conveniently' located near a fabric and yarn shop, so a quick trip to the neighbouring town for lunch just had to include a visit to the store. I made a beeline for the yarn section and spent a very pleasant half an hour caressing Cascade and hankering after Handspun (sigh). I picked up a packet of point protectors, as I never seem to have enough, and ogled the Addis before moving on to the sock yarns.
What a yummy mistake! It was akin to being on a low fat diet and finding yourself standing in front of a shelf of gooey chocolate eclairs and custard slices. The Noro was naughty, the Trekking (XXL) tasty and the Hand Dyed could just about heave you over the edge.
I was good, I walked away........................but only for about five minutes. When I realised my time was almost up, I swung back, lunged for the object of my lust and promised myself, I'd work off the excess skein with a few more push-ups!
At the check-out, the assistant met me with the standard American greeting, "Did you find everything you were looking for?"
"Yes," I replied jovially, "and something I wasn't."
She seemed surprised, obviously not a yarnaholic. (Bet I could tempt her with a colourful piece of 'Liberty' print though, or a metre of 'Laura Ashley!')
Once I was safely back in the car and my breathing had slowed to an acceptable rate, I eyed my purchase. It took me all of two seconds to realise that the skein of sock yarn I'd chosen was the exact same colours as the outfit I was wearing! Now, how does that happen?!!!