I know you said I had to buy yarn. I know you encouraged me to have fun and bring pretty things home. But it is possible that this is all the yarn I bought. In fact, I think that’s true. And those little purple skeins were only two dollars each at the Morehouse party. The deep orange ones say they’re cashmere, but don’t believe it — I think that tag just got stuck on them somehow. Accidentally. And that border collie doesn’t count — it’s a gift for Clara. You know how she likes to carry stuffed animals around and gather them all onto the couch.
So I might have let you down a little bit — I didn’t buy much at all.
But if Stephanie writes to warn you, don’t believe her. She lies.
You can tell that those three pounds of Spinner’s Hill merino are not mine because they match her so well.
Right? That must be hers.
I might hold on to it for her, though. If I can get it in my duffel bag for the flight home…..
More later, lovey, the internets are too slow at the Super 8 (which isn’t that super, it’s merely adequate), so for now, a picture of me and my friend, the turning leaf:
Kiss the dogs and bump Digit’s head for me, and I’ll be home soon,
Your thrifty wife who might have a lot of really freakin’ bright fiber.
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