Even though I am two minutes from the nearest yarn for sale, I haven't been there yet. I relish the thought of being so close. I walk by, and look in the windows, and in the door, letting my mind run wild with the pleasures of DROPS Alpaca.
Instead, I walked 5 minutes to a hobby store that had a very limited supply of very tempting yarn. Mostly tempting because... well, you know, all those yarn qualities plus inviting colors.
The scene a few minutes later: