So I had wool company this past weekend. Wool company being the kind of guest you show your stash to.
I could go on and on about it - there was wool, frank conversation, a wide variety of laughing and some very good Indian food. But the details are untranslatable. I'm just very lucky.
And I totally never even took my camera out of the bag. Oops.
But while touring the wool, we found a shocking thing - a couple of "caraway seeds". And by caraway seeds I mean mouse poop. Yes, I have vermin. I generally have no beef with the mice - first I've ever seen of one in the house, but hey, we all have to live, right? Just not in the wool closet. That's my bottom line. So everything came out to check for damage.
The mouse, bless her heart, apparently only likes cellulose fibers because the victims were an ebay mistake cone of rayon-cotton and a cotton sweater I'd kept for its measurements. Totally painless - and hey, stirring the stash must happen a couple/three times a year anyway.
But you know....a few weeks ago I was all het up about bootees and was yelling "I have a niece, I have to go to the yarn store!" And a friend said to me - but you have one in your house. Turns out she was totally right. I have a leeetle bit o' wool.
What the mouse showed me:
Kind of an oops moment. (Doesn't look too bad, you say? Each of those bags on the left holds a sweater's worth of wool. And there are two more stacks behind the front one. All the cones are cashmere. I need a ball of yarn for scale.)
The big plastic boxes behind and to the left are fiber (under the drum card table), the rest is yarn. There's a little bit more here and there, but that's...erm...85%?. Maybe 90%? I haven't dragged everything out like this in about forever. I'm - not embarrassed...more stunned. Over all, it was good to get reacquainted with it all. To remember why I fell in love with it all in the first place. But. That's a lot of wool.
But wait, there's more!
My kitchen. Because I dunno where to put this yet. There are 3 fleeces and 1/2 a pound of a third still dirty in there. Plus 4 fresh from the processor and one from another blogger, clean and fluffy and ready to twist in my hands. And some miscellaneous bits and fleeces elsewhere.
I've always been a bit inclined to throw myself into things....but this is silly. Can I get the rest of it all clean before Rhinebeck? And not buy anything else - no wool, no yarn, no needles, no patterns, nothing until then? I think that would be a very good idea. I've got wool in the sink and budget mindedness in my heart. We'll see.
In the mean time I better get some sleep if I am to have the energy to keep up with my hobby.
First of the new fibers - taupe Rambouillet - which is tightly spun and plied. Maybe too much so and wildly uneven (I still have trouble spinning more lightly on the production wheel) but I love it. It is as soft and springy as the organic merino I bought at Rhinebeck last year. Promise.