…six by the time most of you read this.
That is the amount of time that needs to pass before I’m able to buy fiber again. This past week has been particularly hard because while updating my links I saw that you can buy batts off of the Grafton Fiber site. Now don’t hurt yourselves clicking over there and try to leave some for me, k?
There was also the little update at Knitterly Things that included a crapload of roving…and there’s still some left. How do I know this? Because I spent 20 minutes drooling on my keyboard before I came to my senses and closed the browser window.
So I did what any other person on a fiber diet would do if they had three pounds of dyeable roving and 126 packets of Kool-Aid. I made a mess of my kitchen.
Now, after my day of fun with flavors, if you were to visit my kitchen you would first be hit by the unmistakable scent of cherry, grape, strawberry, blue raspberry and pink lemonade. Next you would be blinded by the roving hanging in my window. It smells like a third grader threw up and looks like clown poop.
You probably want a visual. Don’t say I didn’t warn you…
On the plus side, I’ve known absolutely hideous roving to turn into breathtakingly beautiful yarn. Keep your fingers crossed, k?