In an effort to clean up my space for a new year, I have emptied the spare closet of it’s huge tub o’yarn. It had been sitting there, untouched, since arriving back here from S. Florida a year ago.
Inside were many treasures. Most of which I forgot I had.
Here’s a thought for the new year.
YARN. DIET.
Check out this handpainted mohair. When the hell did I buy this???? And what for???? Finally, is it gorgeous, or what?
And look! Here’s some alpaca from Rhinebeck 2005 that was working it’s way into my first piece of lumpy lace. I remember putting it away, because who wears alpaca lace in Fort Lauderdale?
My fingers itch…just blister, I tell you…to get back at it. Except, where the hell is the pattern?
I’ve got some Schaeffer cotton.
And some orange mohair that I strung some purple/black seed beads onto…thinking of knitting…what???? I don’t remember now.
My house is a mess. Piles of crap (mostly yarn) everywhere.
The stuff I have no clue what to do with, that doesn’t particularly ring my chimes anymore, is going on eBay.
The rest is going into ziplock bags (don’t they make all different sizes now, some really big?) and onto shelves in the bright light of day, so I can see what I have. This should stave off the urge to visit the LYS (sorry, guys.)
Harrison is outside this evening, and offers nothing to his viewing audience, because he is way too busy enjoying the warmer temperatures.
