I never wondered how I looked from behind.
I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. I noticed when HWWV took this picture that I have a cow lick on the back of my head. But, I don't care, actually. What I care about more is that I like the blend of colors in this picture. And it reminds me of that scene in The Shining. I was grumbling "Redrum! Redrum!" when he took this picture. And, when Girlfriend and I got to that fish tank there on the right she asked me what Redrum was all about and I just told her that I will explain it at a later date.
I feel old.
I read The Shining in High School.
My cousin Chris got married at the Stanley Hotel.
I also had an 8-track tape of Bread. And Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. I also wore out two double albums of Peter Framptom Comes Alive. Oh well.
Which brings me to my friend, Fancy Nancy. I will call her that. That is not her name, but based on her yarn stash, she may as well be Fancy Nancy. She likes her mohair. She likes a little eyelash. She also has a great yarn stash that is so overwhelming that when I offered to help her sort it and sell it, that I had a panic attack. This panic attack was so bad that I had to ask if I could go outside and take a look at her garden for awhile, so I could talk myself down. It was horribly embarassing for me, but I couldn't take it. It wasn't because of the yarn. It was because I know that when she bought all this yarn that she had high hopes. That she looked at it and had a plan for it. When we went through it, she'd tell me why she bought it and what she meant it to become.
Everyone who knits does this to a certain extent. But Nancy is 80 this year. She's had a lot of years to dream about yarn and make plans for her yarn. I had that panic attack because I knew that her dreams would not come true.
I guess this is the way things go.
At any rate, I promised her that I would take it away and photograph the lots and sell it here on my blog. I will give her whatever I collect.
She bought large lots of yarn. Each lot will make a large sweater. A few lots are smaller, but not many. Some of the lots will come with the original pattern books. Some of them even have a swatch that she started. All of it was kept in a Rubbermaid container in a home without pets. (Yes, Rocko was there on the stairs with me for this picture, but only for a minute. Loretta was there for a minute too. Chuck is gone now, but I can guarantee that some of his spirt is now with Nancy's yarn.
Stay tuned. I will begin posting yarn pictures. Due to the nature of this sale, I will only accept offers from US residents. The post office is just too crazy these days. I wonder if there is a way that we can fix that.