Those cables. Seriously.
Looked at, didn't touch, wraps in the shades of the Irish flag.
Loved the layered look. Irish wool + Irish lace = Heavenly.
But then came the tempters. The manager of the Mill descended upon me, telling me that a knitter not buying a gorgeous sweater is like a chef never going out for a delicious meal in a restaurant (good point). Our darling saleswoman, Geraldine, told me that the color was soooo lovely, and turned my eyes the color of the sea. Then I heard rustling coming from pockets and purses on both sides of me. Suddenly, a $20 American bill was slipped into my left hand (from Aunt Sheila) and a 50 Euro note was slipped into my right (thanks, Mom).
And that, my friends, is how I came to be the owner of another Irish sweater.
And a hat to match.