I was in work yesterday, putting labels on some lovely, squooshy new aran-weight Craftspun Yarn, spun in Kildare. It smelt so sheepy, felt so soft and just shimmered with the new-wool shine that makes me wanna make stuff, and I thought... what IS it about yarn that makes me go all giddy, and more importantly, why doesn't it happen to more people?
The smell of yarn, to me, is something I can't get enough of, but I'm not all that sure why... all I know is that I want to stick my nose into the middle of the biggest, squooshiest skein of yarn I can find and leave it there.
Is it the promise of a million unique projects that makes us yarn-happy?
Is it simply that we're all slightly cracked in the head?