A Woolen Room of Her Own
Some months ago DH started talking to me about turning one of the spare bedrooms into my wool room. Somewhere I can set up my wheels and contain the ever growing wool collection. With yarn, I can normally take it or leave it (unless it’s a really good deal), but the scent of raw wool, especially beautiful raw wool, sends me into a frenzy.
I bought some new shelving and these great green reclining chairs. They are quite small, so I was able to fit two in. I probably would not have picked out the green if I got them in a store, but I got them for an incredibly reasonable price from Craigslist. We have to drive about 1 hour closer to Chicago, but we went to this great neighborhood and pulled up at this nice house. I’m not sure they were ever even sat on.
After I got everything into place, I decided I would bring up some of my finished rovings from the basement to put around. Just to fondle and so I can start to listen to them tell me what it wants to be. Way down in the basement, it has a hard time communicating with me. I wish I could’ve brought it all up, but I’ve brought maybe half up. When I was down there I realized I never finihsed processing a black Shetland. That and cleaning up that area is the next thing on my list.