YAAAAARN
So, I decided to clean my room this morning (SHOCKHORROR) so that pengiesama and jougetsu wouldn't have to sit on my laundry, and I think most of you can guess what happened--I wound up ovaries-deep in yarn, sitting on the floor with a bewildered, wool-inflicted look on my face. Then I decided to photograph and catalogue it all on Ravelry. THAT was fun, with a cell phone camera. I re-organized all three of my bins, even got all the knitpicks I bought over the past few weeks into one of them. MAN I have a lot of yarn! If anyone has a ravelry account, check out my stash! I'm DaphneRunning, come say hi! Most of my friends on there are people with whom I trade, and occasionally someone from the Who Knits or Harry Potter groups.
Um, that's all. I really just wanted to brag about how much yarn I have, and how pretty it is. I HAVE SO MUCH YARN. HOLY JESUS. And it's not like I'm really nice about it or anything. A girl from the knitting club just came by and said, "I didn't have time to buy yarn for tomorrow's lesson. Can I buy some of yours?"
I almost had a panic attack. I'm kind of not kidding. I just had an image of some crazy freshman rifling insensitively through my laceweight, tossing it here and there, getting food or drool or dirt all over it, getting them ALL TANGLED TOGETHER.......
The fact that none of these happened doesn't make this experience any less traumatic, I believe. I just stared, open-mouthed, wide-eyed, until she said in a scared little voice, "Is that not okay?" Then I felt kind of bad. But just the idea of someone taking MY YARN......It shouldn't be like this, should it? I mean, that's weird, right?
Whatever. Have a picture of my hat.
I think I need to go to class now. You know, since they're going to start it and stuff. Siouxsie likes it when I attend class. Go fig.
STAY OUT OF MY YARN, FILTHY CHILDREN!!!!
PS: In all fairness, she's a perfectly lovely girl with very clean hands, I'm sure. This is a general statement. Stay out of my yarn.
PPS: God, I hope she doesn't have livejournal.
Um, that's all. I really just wanted to brag about how much yarn I have, and how pretty it is. I HAVE SO MUCH YARN. HOLY JESUS. And it's not like I'm really nice about it or anything. A girl from the knitting club just came by and said, "I didn't have time to buy yarn for tomorrow's lesson. Can I buy some of yours?"
I almost had a panic attack. I'm kind of not kidding. I just had an image of some crazy freshman rifling insensitively through my laceweight, tossing it here and there, getting food or drool or dirt all over it, getting them ALL TANGLED TOGETHER.......
The fact that none of these happened doesn't make this experience any less traumatic, I believe. I just stared, open-mouthed, wide-eyed, until she said in a scared little voice, "Is that not okay?" Then I felt kind of bad. But just the idea of someone taking MY YARN......It shouldn't be like this, should it? I mean, that's weird, right?
Whatever. Have a picture of my hat.
I think I need to go to class now. You know, since they're going to start it and stuff. Siouxsie likes it when I attend class. Go fig.
STAY OUT OF MY YARN, FILTHY CHILDREN!!!!
PS: In all fairness, she's a perfectly lovely girl with very clean hands, I'm sure. This is a general statement. Stay out of my yarn.
PPS: God, I hope she doesn't have livejournal.