(…or rather, I will, when the box finally arrives.)
There is balance. When elann put the Jo Sharp tweed on sale, I got my yarn days, it seems, before other local knitters did. This time, I’m the one waiting for Zara to arrive. By the time I get it, everyone else will have finished airing their yarn.
(Just in case you haven’t been following, or have a cold, the Zara apparently has a musty, sour smell from the mordant or dye or something. It’s supposed to evaporate after four days of airing, after which if the smell is still disagreeable, elann will cheerfully take your returns. Perhaps it’s just as well I didn’t return my olive Zara to Romni yet.)
By the way, thanks to the person who stopped hotlinking to my chick-wielding-knitting-needles graphic. Maybe next time you’ll ask permission before doing it to someone else.