Hearts Desire

I would tell you a thrilling yarn, filled with perilous adventure and tender romance, of epic battles and heroic rescues, daring duels in the streets of 15th century Florence, and deadly encounters with crazed zombies. A tale of vows made and promises kept, despite barriers of time, distance, and youthful passion. It is an unlikely tale, almost unbelievable, yet it is true. I would tell you this thrilling yarn, but alas dear reader, it is not mine to tell; my daughter would kill me... And so I draw a veil across that tender tale, and speak instead of my own thrilling yarn:

My quest began a month ago to find a perfect silver yarn for the oh-so-special Prom date shawl. For weeks I searched in vain, encountering and rejecting yarns professing to be "silver" which instead hoarded veins of gray or white. I began to doubt I would ever find the treasure of pure silver yarn that I sought. And then, with only days to go, I discovered the mother-lode, hidden in a bin in the far corner