I love yarn. I walk down the yarn aisle and say “ooh” at the beautiful colors. I gently explore the different textures and say “mmm” when I find the silky soft yarns. The Happy Pooch in me want to make peace with the playful kitty within, is that possible? It takes every ounce of self control not to buy a basket full of the wonderful yarns. I am strong enough to resist only because I can’t knit, crochet or do anything to help the yarn find its’ purpose. I can only use a knitting mushroom and the yarn snakes are cute, but completely pointless. I need a yarn skill so that I can spend hours playing with it.