14 bins of yarn on the wall

See that? 

That would be fourteen bins of yarn. 
FOURTEEN!  BINS OF YARN!! 

Believe me, I know…  I’m prepared for many winters.  Today, while batches of bills printed, I ran up and down the stairs carrying yarn and rovings to be packed into the bins or the new old chest.  The rovings are finally in the chest.  It took pushing the air out of the bags so that I could fit them in and then sitting on the lid to close it, but they’re packed inside now. Turns out to have been a good review of my holdings.  I have some lovely stuff to look forward to.  I won’t have to worry about driving through inclimate weather this year (don’t snicker) to buy yarn, I can shop at home.  This would be another time to remind you not to snicker.  Shopping at home partially got me where I am, maybe not as much as many of you, thank you UPS, USPS etc.   I should feel really good about my days work, however, with Rhinebeck drawing closer,  there is a bit of anxiety knawing at me.  I know it’s an awful lot of stuff.  It has taken years to accumulate this stash collection of beautiful fiber.  I think that, I know that,  I still have rug wool in the attic that I bought when I was weaving rugs in the 70’s, OMG!  Well… this mountain of bins has also made way for my loom to be reopened.  I wish it could have made some extra time, but for now space is a good first step.

Hope you didn’t miss it, because the past few nights I’ve had a great time knitting in front of the tube.  PBS has had two, 2 hr.  nights of a Martin Scorcese film of Bob Dylan and another two nights of music, folk and protest songs,  historically and in the 60’s.  The repeat schedule was pretty lousy, so watch for reruns in the future.  DVD’s will be available.  Very good stuff.  I’m beat.  Three more inches before I decrease for the armholes on the fronts of the Ribby.