Since I’ve been at home I’ve had time to take stock of things, tidy up, sort and organise. It’s been a bit of a shock if I’m honest. Now don’t get me wrong, the fabric and wool stash was always kind of out of control. Every year I would say that I was going to use it up, not buy anything new (is it just me, or do all quilters and knitters say that?) and every year it would grow. Somehow. Despite my best efforts.
This year though. Wow.
I’ve travelled a lot – India, China, Burma…..and what have I brought back? Yup. You’ve guessed it….even more yummy, delicious, fabulous fabric that I certainly could never have found in Europe. It would have been, well, criminal not to bring any home. So I did. And boy does it add up.
I’m not going to tell you how much. I’m kind of ashamed….
There is no space for anything in my little office/sewing room cubby hole.
So I’m starting small. Very small. About as small as you can get.
I’m knitting stripy socks with those little ends of balls of wool. You know the zillions of tiny bits you end up with when you’ve been a prolific sock knitter for years. I can’t throw them away and they keep falling off the shelf and unravelling on the floor. Which was starting to get to me.
So I’m making a start. A very, very small one. Two socks simultaneously so I don’t get myself into a pickle if one of the balls runs out.
And if I feel rash I might even baste my quilt this afternoon.
Wild life, huh!