As I mentioned in my last post, I purchased the contents of a fiber arts studio over the summer. While I am still sorting through all the boxes, bags, baskets and equipment, I have taken extreme amounts of delight in the fact that I can now think to myself “I need fiber/fleece in this color” and chances are 9 out of 10 times it’s going to be found among that fiber studio acquisition.
For example, last night was the desire to create a collection of red-based batts and within 5 minutes of searching, I found exactly what I was looking for. I was able to take the red (mohair, in this case) fiber, mix it with some of my handpainted roving, a lot of sparkle and tada, exactly what I wanted for the tentatively titled Spectrum Series that I am creating.
While that certainly is handy, I have a pretty intense supply stash of my own, having built it since 2006. Which is why I really am considering moving to a bigger house in the Spring of 2015, I’ve outgrown what space I do have. That’s embarrassing and impressive, I would prefer to lean more towards impressive.
Although I suppose it could only be considered impressive if I’m actually doing something with all the materials that I have acquired and fortunately, I am. I tell myself “You don’t need to buy that, you have some stashed away that you’ve clearly forgotten about.” Then an argument with myself ensues and sometimes I ignore that nagging voice and buy what I think I need anyway and then realize I continue to live my life wrong in regard to real supply needs versus “Oh pretty/cool/awesome! I want that!” It’s a vicious cycle, I’m telling you.
Which is why last week I ended up caving to sari silk batts.
It’s a sickness, really. (If you are waiting for me to apologize it ain’t happening.)