Remind me to bring home yellow

My sweetie and our brood are hoping to move in the next several months. We have the new place picked out. Three acres, with a full basement and four car detached garage, in addition to the two car attached garage. Plenty of room for my sweeties tools, guns and toys.

So I have been packing boxes, preparing for the day that our house will be put on the market. Our rental house has to sell first, but I am getting a head start on the house we actually live in.

 I have already packed most of my yarn.  I considered about packing my shampoo first, but I feared being mocked by non-knitting people. The stash is in specially marked Totes. Yarn associated with current projects is in a wicker hamper that my mother kindly consented to keep handy in her living room. 

But that means, when I need a new skein on a current project, I have to visit my mother. Today, when we were dropping off more boxes to stash in her basement,  I had  to pick up yellow yarn for the rainbow baby blanket.

Knittervention is tomorrow, so I grabbed green, just in case. 

Today, it is all about the advance planning. 

I can't explain it

Something happened on Thursday that I still can't explain. There was a special trunk show at my LYS. Luxury hand dyed yarn. I blocked off that time on my court calendar weeks in advance. 

I cleared it with my sweetie that I would be buying yarn. He said that if I found a good deal, sure I could buy some. I told him if I saw something there, it would not be a good deal; it would be expensive, but something I would likely never see again. 

Thursday at lunch, I walked the half mile to the store. Open trunks overflowing with lovely luxury yarns. Merino with silk, with linen, with cashmere. CASHMERE. I had planned to buy one skein, to support the dyer and the store. 

I realized quickly that I would have to buy two, to have enough to make anything. I started narrowing down the colors. Then, it happened. 

I don't know if was the fumes from the wool. Or the excitement of the moment, or what. I walked out with four skeins of yarn. $150!  I have never spent $150 on yarn in my life. 

I wrote a check from my business account. Does that mean I can count it as a business expense? I knit between court hearing all the time. 

Please don't tell my husband. 

Today, it is all about the lack of explanation.