This led me to contemplation about what was next. I looked through a couple of books, flicked through a magazine, carried around two skeins of yarn, rummaged through my needles.
And yet something was watching me, silently waiting.
I tried to ignore it. It simply waited, looking at me, unblinking.
It knew it had the upper hand. It knew it was just a matter of time. It's the perfect yarn for the perfect project. I can only resist for so long, even though I'm sure it's going to plunge me into despair.
Beware the laceweight. It's too late for me, but maybe you can be saved.