At Least I'll be RegularMay 13, 2005
What with all this fiber, you know.
So begins the fiber confession. I have to admit that when I bought the bin at Target and loaded it up, I was slightly horrified.
It's ginormous. And as we travelled home and it sat on the floor for a day while I worked too much to open it (isn't that the saddest thing you ever heard?), it grew in my mind, bigger and bigger, until I thought I had the biggest stash in the world (I don't, by the way. That would be Amy). I was terrified to open it. You know, the whole exploding thing.
Wednesday afternoon, I opened it. And honestly, it's not that bad. Comparatively. (Let me have this dream, please.)
See? Could be worse, right? (Adah shown for scale.)
Want a close up of some of the colors? Not like I remember what kind of fiber they are (most should have tags/receipts, but I wasn't religious about it), but I just LOVED this colorway, actually went back for it and bought it at 5:02pm on Sunday:
And this, I believe, is merino with a bit of mohair, but who knows?
I got enough different batts to make four sweaters, and a few smaller amounts of fiber just to play with, some of that luscious Cormo, and a mohair ball or two, along with some Targhee (is that right?) in crazy colors.
And of course, the prized object was my Joy (sleeping Adah in the background):
Yes, she's that purdy. I love her. The thing is, with a double treadle you can stop the wheel with your feet, allowing you to be able to sit back on the couch. No hard high-backed chair for me now. Now I can semi-cuddle while spinning. Very important, that. Also, when I got her out of the bag yesterday, a Milky Way Dark jumped out at me from the second pocket. I think she likes me, too.
Happy weekend, all!