Ireland: Yarn - resistance is futile

I'd been told the store was out of business, but when I turned the corner in Dingle and saw Commodum there with its red awning and Latin lettering, I started to run.

Mecca, to this knitter. (photo from the Commodum site)

 But I wasn't going to buy any yarn.

No way, no how.

Oh, be still my knitter's heart.

Stillll...

Steady...

Oh, FINE! I "only" bought 4 skeins each of a glorious, buttery yellow (to remind us of the whole pound of butter we ate in four days with our bread and scones at Mermaid Isle) and some grey-heathered-purple that I just couldn't leave behind. And some natural white, straight off the sheep. And some Irish cotton-linen. And a red already-made cape with dotted and felted sleeves and cowl (because I'd never want to make that myself...yes, that's the justification...). 

Now you know my weakness. Tempt me with yarn, and I'm yours. Well, within reason. And I hear the weather back home is done with its heat wave and has turned cooler and rainy - perfect weather for starting a new knitting project.

It would be kind of nice if the sheep just kind of knit themselves, wouldn't it?

You could place your order, the sheep would grow wool in your pattern and when it's shorn,

it's ready to be worn. Yeah.