Last night I went into Toronto to play with Lisa (currently undergoing a trifecta of woe), and had enough time before dinner to have an hour or two of sitting and knitting at The Purple Purl and ruminating on yarns for future design samples. (The marshmallow squares continue to be to die for).
I stayed long enough, however, to witness that sacred event, delivery of new bags of yarn into the Local Yarn Shop. This is a sight to behold, so much Noro. I managed to resist buying any.
For now. I might need more striped knee socks in my future, though. Just maybe.