It Must Be Time to Clean Out

And organize the Fiber House.

I hear my knitting needles calling me, and at night I’m dreaming I am sitting at my sewing machine.   In my dream my stacks of material dwindle before my eyes as piles of completed projects rise.

And here I was thinkin’ I barely had time to get half of what I want to do done around here.  Silly me.  Clearly I am far more capable than I think or have previously proved.

Hmmm.