This 'n that
If certain people don't stop talking about all those lucious yarns, I'm going to have a breakdown. I want them all, one of each at the very least.
In the interests of maintaining control, I decided to visit my stash so I could fall in love again with all my lucious fibers and stop wanting more. So I checked it out. All of it. Attic. Closets. The trunk in the bedroom. The baskets scattered here and there throughout the house. It was a glorious afternoon.
I'd been thinking of spinning a sock yarn for our Sock Hop in October, a blend I've been contemplating for a while. And that, of course, required a search of the stash for the (very big) bag of washed Cotswold fleece.
I found the Cotswold and had a lovely time petting it, combing out a lock, finger spinning it in consideration of the possibilities...and I found the bag of sock yarn I thought would make a good backup in case my spinning experiment doesn't work out. I started to inventory the stash, but it just got embarassing. Especially when I realized I still want, want, want.
A few years ago I was at a fiber festival, drooling over a display of shetland fleeces in a booth manned by a couple of gentlemen I recognized as the spouses of two avid spinners. I exclaimed over the quality and beauty of the fleeces, but added that 'I shouldn't, I have so much already stuffed in every closet.'
The response? 'Haven't you heard? She who dies with the most wool wins.'