A Whirled Yarn

Inspired spinning

  When I asked in the previous post if Kansas could inspire great  yarn, I was, of course, being tongue in cheek.  I am in Kansas after all...and I make awesome yarn (nudge, wink)!  Since I have been trapped indoors due to cold, ice and sick children, I've been inspired like crazy.  Here are some soon to be posted beauties! Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day!

Still Life with Children

I must tell you that I have become incredibly addicted to blog reading.  Terribly, horribly, almost voyeuristicly, addicted.  My favorite has to be Crazy Aunt Purl.  I love her, love her, love her. She is my best friend and she doesn't even know it!  Forget "The Young and the Restless".   Who needs evil twins, and people marrying the woman who is both the mother of their child and mother of their brother, when you can read the real life of Bridget Jones (the US version with cats).  Thank goodness she is also very prolific.  And, occasionally, she even knits. Bonus! 

The down side to blog reading is a growing feeling of inadequacy.  I mean, if you really want to feel like a fiber slug, The Yarn Harlot will get you there.  She knits about 4 sweaters and two pairs of socks during an episode of CSI.  I hate her for this reason (plus she looks to be about my age, but her children are grown and helpful... NOT toddlers).  Jealously is ugly, sigh.

Also adding to those inadequate feelings are reading the blogs of other funky yarn spinners.   Their yarns are awesome, their lives exciting and, usually, their hair is pink.  My hair is depressingly not pink, I don't have tattoos or funky little glasses and I do not live in New York City.  In fact, I might live in the EXACT opposite of New York City, if that is possible.  Can Kansas truly inspire gorgeous yarn??!??

But still  I read, read , read!  It's like driving in the evening before everyone has pulled their curtains.  You get little illuminated glimpses into other peoples lives through the windows.  Some show lovely, neat interiors with people relaxing in plush couches reading the paper.  Others show a someone perched in front of the TV with a plate in their lap, fork raised.  There are people kissing, people vacuuming, or no people at all.  And, thank goodness, there are those whose floors are scattered with toys, barking dogs standing on the sofa and children running amok from room to room.  Ahhh, home sweet home...

Yay, the playroom!