Confessions

Lene can't get enough lists, so today there is another.
These are true confessions, bits of business and pieces of flotsam.

1. My house is so messy right now that I am starting to think that when the doorbell rings I should lie down on the floor under my desk and be very still and quiet and pretend not to be here. The combination of the renovation, work, the flu and, well....my natural talent for really not giving a crap about housework has reached critical mass. Something must be done. There is a compound mitre saw in the dining room.

2. I absolutely must reign in the mess on the dining room table. There is a mountain of yarn. A mountain. There are pattern books, leaflets, excel spreadsheets (You didn't think I could pull off this much Christmas knitting without a spreadsheet...did you?) needles, notes and boxes. A little bit ago Judith (the original) asked "Is that your dining room table, underneath your nouveau stash? How come it's NOT O.K. to pile it with electronic thingummies, but yarn is allowed? Don't bother - I have enjoyed your blog long enough to have worked out the answer. "

I hope so. The answer is that we have a complete double standard. I may trash my home in any way that I want to, with any objects I would like to, and may leave aforesaid mess there with absolute impunity. Joe may not.
This is because I clean up my messes and Joe does not.
(Besides, yarn is artistic and environment enhancing while electronics are stupid).

3. After an extremely careful and scientific process of randomization, (Sam pulled names of a hat)

Denny has won the scarf from Afghanistan. Cool eh? (I know you can't read the name on that paper. I have a 10 year old witness who will say it says "Denny". We must try not to think about how much Sam loves Denny and trust that my 10 year old can run a decent law-abiding scarf draw.)

4. The mitten is finished,

AND I actually wove in the ends instead of just carefully placing them inside the knitted object so everyone who reads the blog would think that I wove them in when really I didn't. I do that. It's blog pressure. I can't take it.

5. Norma is pulling a Sandy and wants us to show her our favourite cookery book:

Happy?

6. Tuesdays are for spinning but I cut loose and spun on Monday. See that? I care nothing for the rules. This is some awesome Moorit that Laurie (yes, that Laurie) sent me.

It was so beautiful that I couldn't wait until Tuesday.
She said that I should be able to spin it as thinly as I wanted, and she was right. It will be about a million metres of laceweight when I'm done.
I love spinning yarn so fine that it makes me squinty. I'll show you the squinty wee yarn tomorrow because the picture I took sucks so badly that I can't put it on the blog.

7. When Norma got a postcard from Nathania in Italy I was totally jealous. I wouldn't have said anything, but I did sort of think about how I wished that I got a postcard too. I also wouldn't ever say that I sort of thought to myself "Well. We can see the way things really are, can't we". Then I spent a good long time convincing myself that I didn't really care if I got a postcard from a woman I have never really met, and wishing Norma well and hoping that Nathania was having a really good time (It certainly sounded like it on Norma's postcard) and letting go of petty small feelings and wishing for peace and happiness in the world.
Today I got this,

and feel compelled to confess that I am FREAKING THRILLED. (I also feel compelled to phone Norma and dance a little bit, but that would be wrong. Satisfying....but wrong).

9. Margene is comitting herself to a Yarn Non-Buying Agreement. YNBA.
Monica has even provided a song. I want to join. I need some control. I little yarn-non-buying might take the edge off the stash. I like the idea of making a little room, saving some money and actually using all the really great yarns that are in the stash. I mean, it's not like the stash is junk yarn. The stash is made up of yarns that I own for a reason. (Well, except for the Dump Yarn. You know about Dump Yarn...right?) There was a time when each and every ball of yarn in the stash was cherished, wanted and procured with a purpose. I want to recapture that feeling. I thought about signing up, putting the YNBA button on the blog....then it hit me. I can't join.

What if I need to buy yarn?

Clearly, I need to spend a little time with the concept.