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A fiber addict's struggle to subdue her baser urges

Thursday, May 10, 2012

"You should sell that!"

Don't you love when people ask you if you sell the stuff that you make? I do. Mostly because they have no idea what really goes into making the item. Not to mention that I think it would be harder for me to knit things for other people than it is for me to knit for myself. Or for gifts, you know. I'd have to make sure there were no mistakes, and that I made it up perfectly, and... well, take more care than I sometimes do when I'm knitting for myself.

Anyway, today I was spinning, and one of my brother's friends said "You should sell the yarn that you're spinning! You could call it... Lily's yarn stuff!" I just laughed.

Admittedly, it would be something to do with my handspun. God knows I don't know what to do with most of it. I've started packing up for my impending move back to Golden. It's a little alarming how much stuff I own. Especially the yarn and fiber stashes. They're not as bad as they could be, but they definitely take up 2 rather large bins. And there's a significant amount of stuff that I haven't packed... I think I need another bin.

Anyway, this is what I've been up to lately:

I spun up some Anzula BFL fiber that I purchased at the Fancy Tiger a while ago.

I turned this BFL/silk from Funky Carolina:













Into some rather lovely 2 ply. I really like how shiny it is. I really think I'll use this for something. Possibly a cowl?

















Then, in the process of packing up my stash, I came across 2 little bitty BFL rolags from Cloud City Fibers, which I brought home from last year's Wool Market.











Which I quickly whipped into some little singles, since there's not really enough to make anything out of them. They were really just for testing out the idea of spinning from a rolag, and for trying the fiber.







And, last weekend, I dragged Caitlin to Fort Collins on a yarn hunt for Tosh Merino Light for a Color Affection shawl, for which I blame the lust on the Yarn Harlot.

The stripes are abso-freaking-lutely charming. I love them. I keep making people admire them. Frankly, I'm pretty sure my family is trying to figure out how to deal with the craziness. Oh well. Screw them, they have no idea how clever little short-row stripes are. And the garter stitch is surprisingly zen, rather than obnoxious. I like it.

Tomorrow, I shall endeavor to obtain some more bins, and pack more things, and spin some more fiber, since it's become apparent that I really need to work on the stash.