in a rare attack of common sense, I stayed in Berkeley today. I didn’t get in the car. I didn’t drive to Santa Clara. And I most certainly did not go to Stitches West.
I thought about it. Even had planned it. But when Alison became ill (my excuse for going so that we could spend a day together) I decided to honestly re-evaluate.
Do I need more yarn? No
Do I need more toys? No.
Are there other ways I could just as easily obtain said yarn and toys. Of course.
Can I possibly use up what I already have in this life plus, oh lets just ball park it at 30-40 years?
So I didn’t go.
It certainly didn’t have anything to do with a migraine or everything I need to accomplish prior to flying home on Sunday.