I went on a yarn voyage with my mother on Monday and scored this amazing thing.
I could knit myself the most useless chainmail ever. Or spin it in with some fiber. Did I mention my terrible spinning here before? I spin, it's terrible, I haven't touched it in months because every day I wake up feeling like I live in a giant's sweaty armpit.
I could knit it in with some very special project. Or I could stare at my tinsel some more.
I've seen other spools of shiny thread before, but they felt stretchy and yucky in my hand, where this is smooth, flat and exactly like tinsel.
Even though it goes against my stop aquiring craft supplies pledge, I'm psyched about it. Oh, also, I got it for 1.50. ONE DOLLAR AND FIFTY CENTS. I cannot say no to that.