Fiber therapy
So I decided that I couldn't handle life anymore, put on the Strong Poison/Has His Carcase/Gaudy Night Whimsey series trilogy (the BBC one, which is so amazing and does romance the way romance should be done -- complicated, messy, painful, gentle, and unbearably sweet) fired up my spinning wheel, and went at it for... hours. Hours and hours. All day long. When I'm spinning, I can't think about much else, because you sorta have to shut your mind off so that all the other parts of you can do their thing.
I think it must have been at least five or six hours, maybe more than that. (I actually didn't watch 'Strong Poison', just started in with 'Carcase'.) And I'm not even a quarter of the way done with the 4 oz. braid of merino/tencel that I started the other night. This is why spinning is awesome. I buy fiber, spend weeks spinning, plying, and setting it, and then I'm at the point where I'd normally be at when I buy yarn. (The downside is that I never have enough to make anything big.)
I spent the rest of the day, after nickel took me out for junk food and a walk in the park, browsing through Etsy, looking at spinning fiber, and playing with the merino/silk that I finished plying recently. (Still need to set the twist on it one last time and re-skien it, but I've only got a couple or three hours more work on it before it's done.)
Every time I stop thinking about yarn, I get depressed again. Thank god for yarn.
I think it must have been at least five or six hours, maybe more than that. (I actually didn't watch 'Strong Poison', just started in with 'Carcase'.) And I'm not even a quarter of the way done with the 4 oz. braid of merino/tencel that I started the other night. This is why spinning is awesome. I buy fiber, spend weeks spinning, plying, and setting it, and then I'm at the point where I'd normally be at when I buy yarn. (The downside is that I never have enough to make anything big.)
I spent the rest of the day, after nickel took me out for junk food and a walk in the park, browsing through Etsy, looking at spinning fiber, and playing with the merino/silk that I finished plying recently. (Still need to set the twist on it one last time and re-skien it, but I've only got a couple or three hours more work on it before it's done.)
Every time I stop thinking about yarn, I get depressed again. Thank god for yarn.