My stash had already grown to somewhat substantial measures, at least by my standards, but as if it wasn’t enough, I spent a sunny Saturday yarn shopping in Tallinn, Estonia, with Marjut and Niina. We took the morning ferry in, rushed from one yarn store to another, had dinner, stopped by one more yarn store and took the evening ferry back.
Our first stop was Karnaluks, also known as Addi heaven - a wholesale store with an amazing amount of yarn and a wall full of Addi needles.

Happy shoppers in Tallinn.

Since I parted ways with the lovely Options needle set that was more or less supposed to satisfy my needle needs for the rest of my life, there just seems to be no end to my needle stashing. I basically went to Karnaluks to buy one 2.5 mm bamboo circular, but they didn’t have any. Somehow I ended up with 6 other circulars that I didn’t really need, at least not that badly. I’ve been admiring the needle rolls many knitters have, thinking I should try to make one for myself, but at this rate it seems a sleeping bag would be more appropriate to hold all my needles.
I also got two balls of regular Fortissima sock yarn and a whole lot of stuff I didn’t really need, such as wooden buttons, although I have no intentions whatsoever of knitting a cardigan. But they were cheap and they were there, and if I ever should feel like knitting a cardigan, I’ll already have some nice wooden buttons. How’s that for reasoning?
At the next store our attention was focused on huge hanks of TitanWool 100% laceweight merino wool. I was on a mission to buy some for Villasatu, but couldn’t help fondling the yarns even after we’d chosen the colours for her. It was so lovely that at first glance I thought the label read “irresistible” although it in fact read “irrestringible”…
Those of you who have been reading this blog know I’ve never knitted a lace shawl, and those of you who know me in person could probably never imagine me wearing a lace shawl. I’ve admired them on many blogs and think they look beautiful, but they’re not my style at all. So what do I do? Buy a hank of laceweight merino wool for a lace shawl. That I’m going to knit. I think.

Got a black one, the only imaginable colour for a lace shawl for me. Only somehow, when I was already at the counter, I found myself running back to get another one. And then another. In the end I left the store with four merino hanks.

The second one from the left is a very dark chocolate brown, and the one on the right is the black one.
Honestly I don’t know how that happened, and as we left the store I was already starting to regret my lapse. I’m not a lace knitter - what the hell will I do with all this laceweight yarn? I was quickly reminded of my stash philosophy and the undying words “stash is a security blanket”. Yeah, right. My blanket will soon be big enough to cover the entire Olympic stadium.

I also got three balls of thicker TitanWool merino. The colours just looked so good together. The SO is going to get a new winter scarf.
After this we went to several stores where I didn’t buy anything, but the last store sold thick Estonian wool and I completely lost my self control. You’ll never believe it, but I got this:

Yep, it’s totally Technicolor! I would never even have dreamed of buying anything that gaudy had Niina not shown me this. We figured this yarn would suit the pattern - it certainly is very rainbowish. I prefer sweaters over cardis and am not crazy about the box-like shape either, but I’ll see if I can modify the pattern a bit. I love the use of colour in that pattern and find the idea of faux fair isle very appealing.
The shop was full of fantastic colour combinations and I couldn’t resist buying some more.

The one on the left has fantastic autumn colours, and the one on the right has different shades of red, my favourite colour. These will make sweaters and/or scarves.
The situation may not seem that bad in the pictures, but there’s yarn everywhere now and all that wool was heavy to carry. The Estonian wool hanks are humongous, about 300 g each, and I can tell you I was embarrassed to walk around with my bursting plastic bags. The others were wiser and brought backpacks; the amateur went shopping with a small handbag and had to carry everything in huge plastic bags.
Us knitters know that yarn is an addictive substance just like alcohol and tobacco, but thank god there are no import restrictions on yarn - I would totally have been busted at the customs.
Let’s keep it a secret, shall we? I’m up for a new yarn shopping trip to Tallinn any time.