Forgive me, Woolweenies, for I have sinned... (against financial common sense.)

I just ordered the Meru helmet liner, Twizel shirt, and Collo T-neck from Ibex.
I created a "personal account" so Ibex can love me as I deserve to be loved.

Lo, I have craved the Collo t-neck for at least 2 years now (since Title 9 had it and I tried it on). Yea, I did watch as the price dipped lower and lower, and my first color choice did sell out. And my second color choice. And yet the price did plummeteth further. I lost my faith at the sight of my 3rd color choice, and I did purchase.

I do not need a Meru helmet liner. And certainly not in "Espresso". But I was sorely tempted by the price. $10, oh fellow Woolweenies. Say it with me: TEN DOLLARS. And lo, I did succumb.

The Twizel... ah, behold the Twizel. Perhaps one of the gawd-awful ugliest shirts in existence. But in a sad, sick, 1970's throw-back kind of way it did call to me. I yearned for the Collo and the Meru, but the Twizel is simply a case of lust. More than 50% off. Yea, I am weak.

Even when the daemons of the internet informed me that the Twizel (the TWIZEL?!?! you must be KIDDING!!) was backordered, I swayed not from my perilous path. I ordered the misbegotten thing, anyway.

Who needs food? Who needs to pay the car insurance? Who needs electricity? No, it is wool, the siren song of wool that drives me forward.