As the Spindle Turns . . .

Inventory. I hate it. I love it. It's tedious especially doing it alone. It takes me forever. It's not just about inventory. It's winding all those balls of yarn for displays, making pretty skeins, labeling all those hats, updating the database, trying to figure out what that ball of yarn was back when it had a label. Then there's the joy of discovery. Ooo! I love those two colors together. Do I have enough to make anything out of it? Oh, that missing ball of golden fleece fell behind that bookcase, I've been looking for that for a long time. Each new bag of old yarn uncovered makes me what to play all day instead of counting or weighing it. There's light at the end of the tunnel. Only another week of this. Eight skeins of alpaca to wind, three more tubs of fleece to sort and weigh, and dozens upon dozens of socks to count. Notions to count and package. Then comes the WTF yarn. It's not labeled and a guess as to if it's even in inventory and the forgotten or not-quite-right projects. Hats that don't fit human heads. What exactly do I do with them? There must be a creative way to make them work.

A brief interlude of winter occurred this week. Monday will be time enough to get back to projects like the scarf. After taking it out of the bag, I got ghost outlines of leaves. I should've left it longer. The leaves are a bit long in the tooth. Autumn was a long time ago. So I will give it another go and let it sit longer or use Martha's hammer.