I cannot say the same about yarn. I occasionally get a crush. Sometimes, the crush is totally fulfilled and runs its course. Icelandic yarn, while I will always love you, while I will return back to you, I'll have to say that my crush is over for now. I spent this entire winter knitting SOMETHING out of Lopi. I made a bathmat, two women's sweaters and two little boy sweaters. Most, if not all of that knitting happened while the boys watched their 20-40 minutes of Sesame Street, Caillou, Thomas, Busytown, or Curious George in the evenings while drinking their bedtime milk. (We have recently started watching Clifford, it is a thrilling alternative.) I sit nearby and knit as fast as I can. Any more complicated knitting happens around nap or night time, and I am usually denying myself sleep to do it.
Recently, I bumped into this pattern on Ravelry. Then I looked over the whole ebook: Kestrel and I swooned. A whole lot of Pam Allen designs, and I am a great fan of her work. Then....only then, I allowed myself to wander over to her yarn company's website--Quince & Co. and looked around. Another SWOON. That yarn, Kestrel, is made out of Belgian organic linen. (Quick, stop yourself before you cruise around to the other yarns. You could go bankrupt.)
I am on a strict yarn diet. First off, my stash just about insulates our house. Second, I knit much less than I used to, before twins....I just don't have time. Third...shipping anything to Canada is a drag, the postage is expensive, it takes forever, and we are erratically charged duty on weird stuff. (The latest weirdness? Secondhand cloth diapers from the UK. Yes, they were spotlessly clean...but USED NAPPIES? Really? We owe money on that baby/kid necessity?!)
Anyway, all that has kept me from buying out Brooklyn Tweed or Harrisville's new yarn, Watershed. I've even looked at the Irish, UK and Icelandic sites, as we seem to have less problem shipping from there than from the US...
You'll note that there is not a single photo in this post. This way, if you do not feel the urge to fall in love, to look at yarn p*rn, to covet, you don't have to. Now you know what I do when I am faced with hours of mindless child-related clean up, or when I am up AGAIN in the middle of the night. I dream of yarn, of course.
(I'm knitting with this Canadian yarn right now, and it's just about taking the edge off. The strong woolly odor of spinning oil and fleece does it. Ahhh. For now.)
PS: Trust me, no one is paying me a dime to promote or link to their yarns. Not even a skein. I'm just, well, crushing too much to hold it in.