Knit Sisters

Thanks, Ellen, for your lovely and moving post yesterday. 

And now we all know (in case you hadn’t figured it out for yourself) who the real writer in the family is.  Remember when Ellen wrote about how she would be embarrassed when everyone compared her design for the competition to mine?  Well, I have much the same feeling when thinking about my writing in comparison to hers.  Oh, I’m competent enough, but that girl can really WRITE!  (Please don’t think I’m whining or feeling sorry for myself–I’m proud as punch of my sister’s writing and extremely happy that she’s willing to share blog space with me on a daily basis.  It’s just a fact, is all.)

OK, now on to other things…  I came home from work today all ready to get moving on today’s post.  First thing, to take some pictures.  Hey, wait a second, where’s the digital camera!?  Rob’s taken it to work, that’s where it is.  Well, crap.  So here’s the plan:  I’ll write the post, put it up on the blog, and put the pictures in later when the camera’s back. 

I now have two skeins of the lime green tufted superwash plied with the rayon ribbon.  Dude, it’s way, way cool.  (Rob says it’s “weird.”  What does he know, anyway?)

It’s also really fun to spin this stuff.  (Well, after the endless miles of spinning the wool in the first place.)  I have no idea of what I’m going to make with it after it’s all done, but no matter.  (Perhaps I’ll give it away as a contest prize.)  My initial idea of making sock cuffs with the tufted yarn and the attached sock feet with a matching smooth yarn has gone out the window.  I just like it this way too much.  I want it all to look like this.  And by golly, I’m in charge of my spinning!

I worked on another little project this week.  Remember the stash?  Well, Rob moved a cabinet out of the garage last weekend and into my studio space.  I cleaned it out, moved it into the corner, and filled it with goodies.

 

Looking at my cabinet full of lovely fiber and yarn gives me a warm, glowing feeling inside.  However, the truly scary thing is that this operation didn’t seem to make much of a dent in the other parts of the stash. 

 

I’m sure that there’s a life lesson about materialism and being content with what you have in this little story, but I’m just not feeling up to ferreting it out.  Instead, I’m concentrating on that warm, glowing feeling and the fact that I never, ever have to face the prospect of running out of yarn.

 

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