Surounded by yarn

You know the saying, "water, water everywhere.  But not a drop to drink." ?  That's how I feel about yarn right now. 

For my PR writing class, we had to pick a  "client" and the only place I could think of that wouldn't mind me hounding them ever 40 seconds would the my ever-living Fiber Factory.  (And I was right) Which isn't a bad thing.  I know the product and I'm getting to know the industry so that I have that leg up when I open my own store, but it sucks ass for someone on self-imposed yarn exile.  And exile is the only way I know I won't spend rent money on yarn. 

So there I am,  going into the Fiber Factory on a weekly basis, surrounded by soft and fluffy and pretty yarn and fiber.....but I can't get any.  Welcome to the only Hell worse than the Hell Of The Horny Dragon.

Although I'm only semi-self imposed now, because Christmas (Oh Sh!t) Knit Fest 2009 is in full swing.  This past weekend I bought enough yarn for two presents and I have to wait til Friday when I get paid to get the rest.  I refuse to comment on how well or poor I'm doing, least I invoke the Crochet and Knit Gods and then punish me by hiding all my hooks and needles.  Or make my fingers fall off.  In their infinate mercy.

Although I'm drawing the line this year.  I just want to get it out there that I love everyone, and this year the amount of love I have for you IS NOT related to you receiving (or not) hand made goods.  If you get the Sons of Anarchy Season 1 on DVD doesn't mean that I hate you. 

Oh, wait, that's what I want for Christmas. 

You know, in case anyone was wondering what to get me.