I am Brinn’s utter lack of impulse control.

Went to the thrift yesterday (Thrift Store City if you’re from Hampton Roads. It’s the best thrift basically ever). Because the one thing I need is more yarn, I bought some sweaters (and also a cocktail glass).

An Express merino sweater:


An aran scarf (that is annoyingly knit on a double bed machine)


Aaaaaand four cashmere sweaters:


I am completely incapable of leaving cashmere on the rack. Not sure if I’ll felt or frog it, but ohh, I can’t pass it up. It’s so soft.

I also found this hot mess of fug:


It looks like someone ran over a fox and glued it to a sweater. IDEK.

ETA: Dear Ani: This is for you: