In which we review our behaviour

Why did no-one tell me that my entire life was going to revolve around wool? I look out of the window and eye up the sheeps fleeces, envisioning them carded and spun into glorious skeins of woolly yumminess. I see colour combinations and think 'Ooh, that would look great on some sock yarn!' From the moment I get up until the moment I go to sleep (and then I'm quite often dreaming about wool) I'm plotting and planning colours, textures and how I can spend the maximum time in my workroom without anyone disturbing me.

It would all be well and good if I actually ever made anything! I just end up with loads and loads of sample skeins.

Look:















That was Easter. The plain orange roving and the plain purple skein at the front were my first attempts at natural dyeing, the rest are good old acid dyes in one guise or another. Am I destined to be a 100g wonder? I have enough raw/white wool to make a yurt theme park so why can't I pin myself down to making enough of one thing so I could at least make a garment?

Answers on a postcard please :)