Well, the fiber addiction has reached a new low.
I could eat this 4 oz. blend of wool and mohair.
Imagine the fur ball I would have to cough up if I did.
Still, part of me thinks it would be worth it.
Is that odd?
I'm not going to eat it. And, (heavy sigh here) I'm not going to spin it either. I've placed it in my little Etsy shop...for now. We'll see how long I can last before I yank it out of there and start spinning.
I think I might need a sponsor ~ someone I can call during moments of weakness. The sad thing about fiberholism is that there is no cure. It's not my fault I'm a fiberholic but, alas, it is my responsibility to control the symptoms.