I have an addiction. To yarn. It's a deep, dark addiction. "That yarn is gorgeous," I say. "I must own it!" And then I realize I just blew my lunch money....for the rest of the month. The fact that I plan to use it to make someone a gift doesn't feed my belly.

Then, my friend put the needle in my vein. It was full of the drug Dyeing. Dyeing yarn turned out to be an excellent drug for my addiction. But, as with buying, I got carried away. I dyed more yarn than I could use in my lifetime.

It was time for an intervention. My husband threw down the ultimatum: you have to stop buying yarn. The only yarn you can buy must come from your shop revenue. This, to me, was a perfect plan. I could buy yarn, dye yarn, sell yarn, and then buy more yarn. It's a beautiful, vicious cycle.

But it only works if I have an enabler. Someone who will buy the fluffy, skeined goodness so that I can purchase more. Please, won't you enable me?