There will be no livin' with me, now that I've figured out how to post these crap-tastic pictures from my Treo.
Only three hours in, and I am already sitting feet-up in the relative calm of the hallway, wimpering over an extra large triple-shot mocha.
But no whipped cream, please - I'm on a diet.
Photography is forbidden on the market floor, so you'll have to just envision a crush of knitters, crocheters, spinners and weavers swarming booths jammed to overflowing with pure Awesome.
It's worth getting over any fear/dislike you may have around crowds.
I got some beautiful stuff, and some cost-effective stuff, and some whimsical stuff. Since nobody has the Baby Ull that was on my shopping list (or anything comparable at a reasonable 'gift for coworker's Impending Arrival' price-point) (if the price is right, the yarn is wrong; if the yarn is right, the price is GAH!!!!), I think I might be about ready to wrap it up and head home.
Except...I still have $100. (I'm not sure how. It certainly wasn't because I was being particularly cautious, goodness knows.)
I think there might be a law about leaving it in my wallet. After all, when I entered the withdrawal in Quicken, I clearly categorized it as Yarn:Personal.
I think Quicken automatically reports that to the IRS.
Yeah. Better get back in there and keep things honest.
After I finish my coffee. And maybe the heel flap of the Sock In Progress. And my Super-Sized Prescription Motrin kicks in...dudes...the walking,the crouching over discount bins, the beating other knitters away from the 60%-offf cashmere with a New York phonebook-sized book titled something like "The Loving Craft of Knitting"...really hard on my achy old hip joints...