If there was one day in the year that I thought I might break my diet, today was it. Why? Because today it was:

The Knitters' Frolic. Room after room filled with yarn. All textures, weights, fibres, colours! There was yarn with plastic gnomes spun into it. Gnomes! And the sales, oh the sales!
Take a look:




And here, for good measure, is a picture of my fellow frolickers enjoying their yarn:

The yarn was so much more delectable than my photos, of course.
But do you know what?
Really, guess what!
I didn't buy a thing. Not the yarn with the gnomes, not the laceweight silk with the tiny beads, not the amazingly discounted yarn. Nothing. Because the yarn I have, the stuff that's already mine, it's just waiting to be knit. And I don't want to leave it waiting.