"Captain, what are you doing?"
Ah. Up to something.
"Caaaaaaaptain...whatcha up to in there?"
"Doan TALK me! 'Bout DAT!"
"Doan talk to me 'bout yahwn-ball if dat is not for playing DOAN TALK TO ME!!!"
Ahem. Don't talk me is Captain-speak for I do not care to discuss this with you right now BUT I am totally going to do it anyway OK glad we could have this chat...
Also, the yahwn-ball is definitely NOT for playing. Furthermore, having the stash pulled out / down / scattered so I can photograph and so forth to get it up on Ravelry (swear, it's Coming Soon) (I have been sooooooooo lax about having things up on Ravelry...bad knitter, bad!)...well.
If I were to write a book entitled, How To Attract A Yarn Monster Of Your Very Own, chapter one would say, "Do not keep your stash tucked away in baskets and boxes on high shelves; rather, have it scattered around your bedroom, preferably on the floor in easy to access baskets and boxes with easily opened lids."
Fortunately, the Yarn Monster was attracted not to the yummier stuff this time, but the BIGGER stuff - the five pound cone of pretty "meh" Australian wool I've been moving from one side of the room to the other. I'm honestly not sure WHAT I'm going to do with it...on the one hand, it takes dye beautifully. On the other, it rates right up there with steel wool on the pleasurable knitting scale. It doesn't soften on washing. Not even the hair conditioner trick does much for it. But it is warm, and like I said - it sucks in color and produces gorgeous results. I got a beautiful sky blue today that was just heart-warming and all...but what am I going to make with it?
Gotta be something that doesn't touch skin. Ever. So far I've made a tea cozy (works a treat, really keeps the heat in) and thought about a few other things but always come back to the same thing: If it touches the skin, it will remove it.
So I wasn't too upset to find he'd strung a few dozen yards of the stuff around my bedroom, winding it from my swift to my skein winder over to the ball winder and back with a few wraps around the bed for good measure.
Just glad he didn't do it with my Lisa Souza Sock!, or gads, my Schaefer Andrea...(ooooooh no, THAT one is NOT for sale...it's mine, and I like it...in fact I love it...so there, nyah!)
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