You see, I talked with my friend Linda last week for a bit. Okay, so it was a bit shy of 1 1/2 hours... One of our many conversations was making some fiber batts. I admitted I hadn't used my drum carder in a long time and she talked me into giving it a workout. Besides, I have a few batts I should put together and get in the mail to another friend, so today seemed like a good day for it.
I decided to go through some of my little baggies of fiber that I've saved up and make a colorful everything but the kitchen sink batt or two with some firestar added for kicks. For those of you who are now wondering what in the world firestar is, it's a nylon product that adds sparkle and even a bit of strength to a fiber batt. Angelina is another add-in for a bit of bling, but I personally enjoy using firestar.
Anyway, back to the story. As I was going through my fiber baggies that sit next to my wing back chair looking for the firestar I decided maybe it was time to do a bit of clean-up. The fiber had kind of taken on a life of its own around my chair and it seemed like a good idea to tame the beast. Well, if I knew then what I know now about how much stuff I actually had packed in baggies, bags, and boxes around that chair, I'd probably have ignored it a little while longer. I can be real good at ignoring things. It seemed like cleaning up the fiber around my chair lead to cleaning up the knitting projects, which lead to tackling the fiber in the laundry area, which lead to thinking about organizing some of my fiber mess in the cellar... See where this is headed? It was a nightmare gone rogue. Through all the sorting, tossing, and taming I still can't find my firestar. I know it's around here somewhere...probably right where I put it last time it so I didn't lose it, but until I figure that out, I'm at a loss.
I've now just about sorted through everything fiber and yarn around here. I have two large totes full of various fibers that I put in the cellar and another that's holding (okay, overflowing with) my fiber baggies. I have yarn in another tote just waiting to be used in some sort of way. Hon is going to be shocked when he comes home...at least he had better be. I can't imagine he won't notice, but then again...