I absolutely love yarn. I have done so my entire life. I have a very small filet of a memory of a Christmas pom pom that fascinated me – I must have been two or three. I spent most of my crocheting and knitting life just enjoying the journey, experiencing the yarn, and never really reaching the destination (oh, that elusive finished project).
I am beside myself with anticipation, joy and potential when I walk into a yarn shop. I worked in a yarn shop very very briefly many years ago. I was giddy with joy when I got to restock yarns and floss. 🙂
I am awash in a sea of yarn right now. Wait, let’s make that oceans of yarn. I’m a little surprised (while relieved) that I’m not dreaming about yarn every night.
Why, you ask?
Because I am in a yarn dyeing frenzy. I’m a yarn berzerker. I am a dyeing fool.
And Stitches West is TWO WEEKS from today.
Yikes!!! I don’t think I’ll ever be ready. I edit my overall plan in my head every night on the way home from work in San Francisco (a plus for long commutes …). What do I still have time to do? What do I need to eliminate?
Even in the midst of this yarn madness, I have to share with you this secret:
I still love yarn.
I may get sick and tired of reskeining and labelling all of this yarn, but I still love it. I love dyeing it. I love ooh’ing and aah’ing over it. I love the surprise of a colorway that exceeds my expectations. I even love problem solving the colorways that aren’t cooperating.
Do you love yarn beyond belief? What’s your earliest yarnie memory??