So why am I always late for work? Because every morning I go through my usual routine, I wake up (which, when you stop think about it is a really special thing that so many never give a second thought to), walk the dogs, shower, get dressed, prepare my brown bag breakfast and lunch, then I stand in front of my bedroom closet. This is where the stash is kept and where I spend countless time thinking about my next/upcoming projects. In particular I stare at my sock stash. This both delights my eyes and makes my head ache.
This morning was no different, the clock was ticking, I knew I should leave but I stood there trying to choose between socks yarns for my next pair. I can’t explain what actually helps me decide but sure enough I reach in, grab and just know this next pair of socks will thrill me no end, then will end up un-worn…(Thank you Carolyn, for saying I’m worthy…I’m still working on believing that).
So this was the choice a few morning’s ago. I was so excited and ready to go…then I read this. Not bad but not great either. Now I’m not one to listen to critics but for some reason this stopped me in my tracks…at least for now. I’m in no mood to fight, negotiate or bargain with my sock yarn. I just need that entertainment factor to take the edge off, to pacify myself…(I actually feel a bit panic-y that I don’t have socks on needles, can you say addiction boys and girls).
So when I got home and revisited the stash, this jumped into my hands instead…maybe I should have reached for it first…but the gods know better. The time has definitely come for this German beauty and I to get acquainted (considering I have about 5 skeins now).
is this the infamous campari?????
I finally did! I spun with a drop spindle! Go to my page and look!
And the need to always have something on the needles is not an addiction—it is a natural state of being!
‘Twas the night before Friday’, when all through the house,
Our Bichons were blitzing, playing a game of cat and mouse
The yarn piled high in the closets with care,
In hopes that dear husband wouldn’t find it all there;
With some skeins even hidden underneath our bed,
If my husband finds those, i’ll surely be dead;
I’m knitting a sweater, some socks and a hat,
On circular needles, size 0! How’s that!?
I go away that weekend, leaving hubby at home
visiting friends in virginia, that’s where i roam
But on saturday morning, he woke to a clatter
he sprang from the bed, to see what was the matter.
A noise from the closet, that’s what he heard
it wasn’t a mouse, nor a cat nor a bird.
he opened that door, quick as a flash
and was buried beneath Denise’s secret yarn stash.
he shouted and cursed and called them by name
damn campari and jitterbug, you’re all to blame!
With yarn stuck to his clothes, hanging from ears and his chin
he looked all around and didn’t know where to begin.
Wollmeise was piled high all over the floor
he just shook his head and walked to the door.
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