That Time Where I Went on Vacation and Bought a Bunch of Yarn

 I had the amazing, astounding, and another word starting with 'A' that would possibly convey my rapture- opportunity to visit the Stongehedge Fiber Mill in East Jordan, MI this past week. I met my yarn. I gleefully shrieked at the fluffy lambs with their winter wool still on in the surprisingly warm northern Michigan sun. I almost had a moment with the farms camel, but I was ultimately refused. The alpacas where, not surprisingly, aloof.
We saw the carding and spinning machines and let me tell you it was everything I had not to dive into the trash cans full of batt and just stay there.


I got to the store and I was basically just high on yarn, sheep, and vacation that I started a massive pile near the cash register. When it came time to check out, my mother who had been watching my dart around the store molesting yarn and trying to explain yarn weights paid for my whole stash.

After my complaining she turned, handed me the bag and told to me to "Go ahead and knit your feelings."

Folks, let me tell you, I have had a rough 6 months. I have been knitting like mad though them. My father and mother are usually a great source of wisdom, but on my vacation, soaking in the Michigan sunshine, eating deliciously-horrible-for-me-food, and sitting, reading, and drinking beer, these words seemed like a mantra. So I am going to take my mothers advice. Not just for my glorious pile of Stonehedge yarn, but for all of it. I am going try and stop worrying about things I can't control.

She told me to knit my feelings, so I am.

We also bought some pie.