Ok... So tangent time.
My wife is a knitter, now I'm not saying she sometimes knits, I mean she is fucking knitting ALL THE TIME. Walking through home depot I feel like I've got my grandma behind me, knitting a sweater and not paying attention to shit else. A few times I've had to grab her should her and yank her away from walking into the random shopping contractor on a mission. Anyway...
About a decade ago, I come out of my utterly hotboxed studio, blurry eyed, after hours of staring at my piano keys and computer monitor. I get to the kitchen and about 9 feet away I see my wife unpacking her shopping bag. With a nonchalant motion she whips out what looks like a turkey bag filled with deep olive green with hints of red hairs, so full it's bulging. I let out a gasp, and barely utter, "Where the hell did you go and score today?"
She just looks at me blankly, "What?"
Me: "That's at least a H.P. if not a full pound bag, where the hell did you go?"
She picks up the bag, "This yarn?" and she roars into laughter.
To this day she talks about the really dank bag of yarn she brought home one day.
Fast forward about 6 or 7 years and she figures out what to do what that cheap yarn a friend gave her. She used a small portion of the bag to knit the pot leaf into the weed cap she knitted for me one Christmas.
So yeah, I've gotten that magical huge bag of not weed, that in a strange way it did become weed.