April 6th, 2015

woods, Elizabeth, camera, April

Confessions of a Yarn Addict

Mysteriously,  out of the aether between the online catalogs and our front porch or our mailbox, they appear.   Boxes.  Bags.   Wrapped in plain brown cardboard or plain gray plastic, sometimes with inner wrappings (but not always)  and looking something like this:

Not as heavy as you might think.  Kind of bulgy and soft, if a bag like this.  Whatever could it be?   Surely (given the state of the middle room's closet) not...not...(gasp) more yarn?!?
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