I have dreams like some horror movie. My fiber stash holds an uprising. Feeling neglected, it comes at me for revenge. I bet it could smother me with little effort. I don’t even want to count the yards of yarn, the pounds of fiber, the number of projects I am in the middle of. I don’t have any idea how many knitting needles or crochet hooks I have. And I certainly don’t want to have any idea of the amount of money I have spent accruing all of these piles of stuff and methods of storing them.
There are some yarns I am hoarding until something perfect comes up. I have this beautiful purple/gray yarn that is destined to be a top. I have some unbelievably beautiful sparkly yarn that is so dark green and purple that it looks black. That one needs to find just the right project. Then there are the 5 skeins of softness that would become a sweater, but they are in two different colors and I don’t really want a striped sweater in these colors. And so these are hoarded.
And sock yarn? Holy cow do I have sock yarn! I have two skeins specially dyed for me in deep dark red and black, a lovely lavender, a red white and blue combo that will be super cool when made into socks, a lovely spring green, and many self striping combos. But I don’t really want to make socks.
Then, there is the fiber stash. 4 pounds of raw alpaca, 6 pounds I came home from yarn school with, the multiple pounds from previous yarn schools, some silk that is too beautiful to risk screwing it up, bamboo with spins amazingly.
I work, I come home, I make dinner, and then I have to decide – what gets my attention until I am ready to fall down for the night. Do I crochet one of the 3 blankets I am working on? Do I knit this amazing shawl? Do I spin what is currently on the wheel? Sometimes, I just start something new. Like mittens or socks or washcloths. Something I could finish quickly but I don’t because by the next night I have forgotten about that.
Or I could draw. Or paint. Or sew. Or quilt. There is too much. Too much. But don’t ask me to give any of it up. It’s just not going to happen. I swear, one day, I will be done with all the things. Until then, let me keep worrying that it will attack me in my sleep.
Today’s drawing is Tanglepatterns.com String 027. Link: http://tanglepatterns.com/2012/11/tanglepatterns-string-027.html