Because I don't have enough to do with my hands, when I was recently in Springfield visiting my sis, we went to a weaving shop (wrong thing to do!!!) and I got caught by a "Spindolyn" spindle and was forced to buy it...there was this invisible thing commanding me to do so, I couldn't help myself.
And, of course, I needed to also buy some roving to spin on it, which I did, rather clumsily, and I'm not at all happy with the end results so I must needs go back and get more roving so I can continue to produce a pretty crappy looking yarn, which is where I am heading to day, to a fiber shop over in Gresham, to sample their wares, so I can keep spinning in the hope that somewhere along the line, something will click and I will begin producing a yarn that will actually look like something I would want to knit with.
Why am I doing this? No clue! I'm a fool for all things fiber. I drag things home from the Goodwill bins just because they are some sort of unique fiber something: fine cotton handkerchiefs, sari cloth, once even tempted to buy an entirely beaded evening dress but since it weighed at least five pounds, I didn't want to pay that price (1.59 lb) just to have something to look at, and I sure wasn't going to try to reclaim all those beads! Maybe some day I'll figure out where or how to hang what I have (I have visions of what the inside of a yurt must look like, to hide the walls, only doing it in the apartment I hope some day to inhabit).
I figure I'm up to about 130 pairs of socks now in my stash. The last two purchases were fully justified: one was a varigated rose/lavender I needed to buy to match a darning job in my sis's glove and of course, it made no sense to buy ony one sock worth of yarn, so I had to buy two skeins. The other was justified by being 30 percent off--how could one refuse?
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