I want to buy yarn. I yearn to acquire fiber. I feel the pull of the LYS (Local Yarn Shop), more dangerously I keep surfing on-line yarn sources. But I am slowed by an uncharacteristic need for a project BEFORE I plunk down my moolah. I know, I know, this reticence on my part is a violation of my crafting ethos. (Which reads: "Follow desire; collect and store; inspiration will follow.") (Or alternatively, "Buying when you see it, is better than whining when it's gone.")
I knit and I crochet. I knitted my first two pairs of socks last year. Okay, truthfully, I completed one sock, and have three opened toed socks waiting for me to try kitcheners stitch again. ("Lame!" you cry, yes I know.) I bought a new book on making socks which has been taunting me with its approachableness (not a word, I know) but the deed of actually casting on and beginning is just not happening. I also started to fiddle with crocheting some granny squares for an afghan... but then apathy struck... and yet, I covet yarn. Pretty, pretty yarn.. so soft.. so lovely... so addicting..