Showing great restraint, I did not buy a single skein while on vacation.
But Saturday afternoon, I broke my fast and visited my LYS with the sole intention of buying "a little bit of baby yarn" to make something for my boss' newly arrived granddaughter Lilly.
While searching through piles of bins of soft and downy baby yarns, something beautiful sparkled just out of view. It was the Elsebeth Lavold Book Eight. I realized that Tilia must be mine. 7 skeins of Silky Wool later, I convinced myself that Lilly could wait.