It’s books (and knitting and yarn buying, but that’s another story).
Recently, I borrowed this from work:
And now I waaaant it.
I mean look,
Each breed/animal has at least a full page dedicated to how to best spin, dye, and knit the fleece, as well as a swatch showing what it looks like knit up and a description of what types of garments it is best for.
It’s like the last piece in my collection. I figure I will have a library of ALL THE KNITTING KNOWLEDGE once I have it on my shelf.
… I really am in the right profession as a librarian…
I want it, I want it soooo bad. But I already own:
and a few books on how to spin and should really just be happy. I mean, I haven’t even actually started learning to spin yet. But then I tell myself “but it will be a great resource for when I actually do start! And it will make me a better knitter too!” If it sounds reminiscent of the talk of an addict trying to reason their way to their next fix, that’s likely a fair and accurate statement. Though I like to think I ended up making a small sacrifice for the good of my wallet: instead of the huge coffee table book, I ended up buying this instead:
Same topic, same authors, a heck of a lot cheaper. It’s like the light version. Also, it will fit in my purse while shopping I mean, what?
My sickness isn’t limited to books on yarn and fleece. In the same transaction I also bought:
because the other day I bought these:
I know, I know, this all adds up to a lot of $. But the Raspberry Pi and Arduino are work/career related, so there. Plus I got the books online for cheaper than at the hobby store where I got the Raspberry Pi and Arduino. Plus I rarely shop for myself. I’m treating myself after the rough winter I’ve had (more addict-style rationalizing…)
God knows when I’ll find the time to learn how to use the Raspberry Pi and Arduino with all this spinning I plan on doing…
And lastly, I got this:
I have a good reason! I have an older car! It makes strange noises I want to understand. Not to mention I’d like to not look so dim the next time I go to the mechanic.
…I’m going to go broke.
Then again, if I can fix and make my own stuff…
Kidding! No more book buying for a long time, I swear.