It’s only Wednesday lunchtime, and since Monday afternoon I’ve spun four and a half drop spindles full of yarn and plied 2 of those. I admit it, I have a serious fibre habit. Soon I’ll be attending Spinners Anonymous meetings, friends and family will be hunting my loo cistern for hidden baggies of merino and alpaca and I shall be hunting through hedgerows hoping sheep have brushed up against them and discarded lumps of fleece amid the thorny brambles. I shall be shaving the cats and buying weird books about creating yarn from cat hair, and end up alone suffocating on fibre with only my bald cats for company.
Sounds like fun to me….