On the 26th I spent the morning fighting the urge to pack it all away. By afternoon I had lost. I packed it all away. Not only that but I went through all the bins of old stuff and made a big trash pile. It felt wonderful to lighten the load.
Why the rush? Because it's been weeks since I could get to my favorite wheel-which is naked btw.
I've got a shelf full of fiber itching to go. Which one? Dunno yet.
Loom's empty too. That's not right. I've got kits galore and the time has come for one of them. Which one? I dunno yet.
Why is none of this fun stuff getting done today?
Because it is 60 degrees out and Pup wants to play. I've got the rest of the winter to catch up. Today we walk-and cry.....