Normally, I am a neat person. Disorganization, dust and dirt make me very anxious, but recent events have gotten in the way of my usual routine, and the chaos is making me nuts.
First we went away for the weekend and on that trip, attended a fiber festival. Basically, I behaved myself, but knowing that the week long spinning competition was looming, I did buy a big bag of beautifully dyed Coopworth from my friend at Hearts of the Meadow Farm who was a vendor. I also came home with a new Spanish Peacock drop spindle (not that I needed it), and a huge skein of fingering weight hand painted superwash yarn which was designated to the very short deadline knitting of a sweater for our youngest grand daughter. Knowing that festival season is upon me, I spent the drive north, knitting on fingerless mitts for the shows and my shop. Recently, two mitts patterns were designed by me and another free pattern was downloaded, a simple plain one. Knowing that the festival purchases were made on Saturday and granddaughter’s birthday was Friday, there wasn’t enough time to wait until I got home to wind the yarn, so Saturday afternoon was spent hand winding all 555 yards into a center pull ball and then casting on the sweater. Four rows into the pattern, I found an error and had to rip it out and recalculate the pattern instructions to make the stitch count work, then start over. Half of the drive home, I knit, the other half, I drove. Knitted frantically Sunday evening, every spare moment Monday and Tuesday until my arthritis was screaming at me, and steam blocked, sewed on buttons, wove in the loose ends on Wednesday morning and popped it in the mail.
All of this resulted in no clean up and organization time. Knowing that the first festival was coming up on Sunday, meant making more salves and balms, labelling, packing and getting ready for that event. Most of my yarn had summered in a shop on the Blue Ridge Parkway in Meadows of Dan, Greenberry House, so a trip over there was necessary on Saturday to pick it up. Saturday night, yarn was inventoried, prices updated, pictures taken and loaded into shop so it was on Square for the festival. Sunday was spent in costume at Smithfield House at the Harvest Festival both vending and demonstrating the art of spinning.
Sunday night, the car unloaded, the product in its various containers brought back to my “studio,” a corner of our loft and dumped.
Monday morning at 12:01, the spinning challenge began. This is Spinzilla, I did it last year as well, and though our team of 25 does it mostly for fun, we are competing and I don’t want to be a slacker, so most of my “spare” moments this week will be spent spinning on one of my wheels, or one of the drop spindles. I have several skeins of yarn completed so far, measured and labelled for the final count when it ends Sunday night at midnight. All of this has resulted in no time to blog and no time to clean up and organize my corner.
Monday’s priority will be to reorganize this chaos and clean. Fortunately, only Jim and I spend any time in the loft, it is our private space in the house.