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True Story

This past weekend I had Liebling drop me off at Skein Sisters for the afternoon while he and Youngling went off to look for some parts for his radio project. I staked out my spot on the knitting couches, picked out my yarn purchase for the next project(s) (more Mukluks, yes I realise 4 pair looks excessive, I don't think the recipients would agree with you, though.), got up to the counter to pay...

I'd forgotten my wallet.

This is unheard of. I might have joked about doing such a thing before, you know, like when one says 'Library book sale, better leave the wallet at home!' but I've never actually forgotten my wallet when I've intended on going to the yarn shop before, not accidentally, not on purpose. Never.

After a couple semi-panicked moments in which I mentally ticked off every possible way I could manage to still walk away with this yarn (it's perfect, you'll see in a moment) legally and without having burned my budding relationship with Janine to ashes (it's perfect, maybe she'd understand?). I remembered that there is this new spiffy thing called PayWave. This is EXACTLY the kind of situation this thing was invented for, win!

I whip out my phone and pull up the app, feeling very clever indeed. Then I realise the account it's attached to is the one I didn't get to do the depositing for before the long weekend. Damn. I look back at the yarn stack and decide I'll just get the most perfect of the sets so I can at least cast on one pair while Youngling isn't around for spoilers. Janine rings me up, I wave my phone over the magic purchase box (thank goodness it's the future!) and happily walk back to my seat to cast on.

Before getting properly stuck into my knitting, though, I message Liebling:

Me: True Story, I asked you to drop me off at the yarn shop on your way to your hobby shopping. I forgot my wallet. *lol*

Leibling: Doh! No worries, I'll bring mine.

And people ask if he's knitworthy. HA. 

P.S. Did you notice he didn't ask how much I was going to spend?
P.S.S. yes he's met me and seen my stash, he still didn't think he needed to ask how much I was going to spend.
P.S.S.S. Here's the perfect yarn. The one on the left makes me think of a watercolour painting.



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