Some months ago DH started talking to me about turning one of the spare bedrooms into my wool room.  Somewhere I can set up my wheels and contain the ever growing wool collection.  With yarn, I can normally take it or leave it (unless it’s a really good deal), but the scent of raw wool, especially beautiful raw wool, sends me into a frenzy.

I bought some new shelving and these great green reclining chairs.  They are quite small, so I was able to fit two in.  I probably would not have picked out the green if I got them in a store, but I got them for an incredibly reasonable price from Craigslist.  We have to drive about 1 hour closer to Chicago, but we went to this great neighborhood and pulled up at this nice house.  I’m not sure they were ever even sat on.

After I got everything into place, I decided I would bring up some of my finished rovings from the basement to put around.  Just to fondle and so I can start to listen to them tell me what it wants to be.  Way down in the basement, it has a hard time communicating with me.  I wish I could’ve brought it all up, but I’ve brought maybe half up.  When I was down there I realized I never finihsed processing a black Shetland.  That and cleaning up that area is the next thing on my list.