This is all the yarn I bought in Paris. I really could not justify buying yarn that I could easily find in the US at a terrible exchange rate. Then I found La Droguerie. Their walls were lined with yarn of every color and fiber! I could hardly contain myself! I had to get something! Anything! Master P (thankfully) steered me clear of the bright turquoise mohair claiming that it was "crazy" and "the same color as all the yarn you have already". (He's totally right, of course.) Instead he said, "What about this one?" (He was right again.) These babies are what I (we) decided on - destined to be a very large scarf of somekind. Worked together.




The jelly beans? I brought them home from NJ, where I went to celebrate Easter with my family. Last night, Monk discovered them. He, in the middle of the night, trasported more than one - perhaps at once, maybe making more than one trip - upstairs into the loft, where he deposited them into the bed. I awoke, around 4am, to the sound of him scuffling about and with jelly beans in my bed. Crazy cat.