I'm (blush) expecting. Expecting a new addition to my yarn stash that is. My yarn stash is like my porn; everyone in a while, I take it all out and finger it and imagine all the things I'm going to do to it later, and create unholy couplings such as red Peruvian chunky wool with fuschia ribbon yarn. And if you're a friend of mine and happen to be in my house during a time of yarn stash transition, god help you. I will subject you to a full tour and make you say 'wow' and 'mmm that's great' at appropriate intervals. So far, my victims have been very nice about it, but I think it's because the lust-addled gleam in my eyes scares them. On another note that gets me all hot and bothered, I scored this awesome hand painted Italian bowl at the thrift store yesterday. I realize shopping at thrift stores doesn't make me less of a materialist capitalist pig, just a cheap materialist capitalist pig.