You know the walking-your-talk thing?

Here's my dilemma: Lo, these many moons ago during the trunk show at A Knitted Peace, I ordered a Habu kit. We could do the carbon calculation on this impulse buy--yarn from Japan shipped to New York then boxed up to send to Colorado. Not to mention the drive I made to the yarn shop to see the show and the second drive I need to make to collect my little prize. We're talking a lot of gardening to off-set this indulgence.

As much as I like this particular LYS, I live no where near it. So there's the kit. And here's me itching to get my hands on the kit--superego fully inflated. My friend Roxanne and I are carpooling to a luncheon today in the general vicinity. Do I drag her on a round-about circuit to collect it? Or do I speed along myself, carbon-be-damned?

Living la vida liberal can be a freakin' drag.