I’ve been re-bit with the wool bug. Now that I’m happily reunited with my wheel,
So I got a book about natural dyes from the library. While I was there, I also picked up some woodworking books. Oh, and a copy of Mason Dixon Knitting because I’ve never taken a good hard look at it, but I don’t know that I’m interested enough to buy a copy. To leave the library without a stack of books for the girlies would be unthinkable. Sometimes I wonder what the librarian must think of my odd assortments that show up at the circulation desk.
Meanwhile the hallway sits unfinished, mocking me every time I go up the stairs. And that’s sort of the problem. There’s SO many things I want to do and learn and create and improve. I want to dabble in all of them. I bounce from obsession to obsession like a loon. And there’s simply not enough time for all of that and working and cuddling and reading stories to little people who will be big too soon and having grown-up time with Mr. Unreserved and making sure the house doesn’t fall down around our ears.
Lent is coming up. I may have to give up sleeping.