hello Terror, so nice to meet you.
t minus 5 days 'til we leave for california to film Uncommon Threads. i was ok before, but now the unholy terror has set in. I am still finishing my step-outs. I don't have any nice clothes. I need a haircut and a manicure. The producers told us to wear more makeup than normal, and "definitely wear foundation". hrm... i wear lipstick approximately 5 times per year. If i'm getting really wild and crazy i'll dig out my mascara and eyeliner. Foundation? i can't even remember the last time i wore full makeup! crappity crap.
But the fear really goes deeper than that. The clothing, hair, and makeup are just the surface of it. Why am I showing people how to dye wool? I've never taken a class, i just do it the way that i've worked out on my own. for all i know, i am doing it all wrong! and sewing? I only do what my grandmother taught me when i was 13. what qualifies me to be demonstrating that to everyone with cable? Lady Linoleum over at Monster Crochet has summed it up far better than i ever could. give it a read.
Last friday i came home to find a HUGE box on my front steps. It was wool from Zeilingers that i dropped off with them during NHS&W. Originally 3 fleeces, given to me by another AWW member. I thought i would be able to wash the fleece myself, but after a year of it sitting in a closet, i gave up that idea. I dropped off 21 lbs of icky, oily, muck and got 16 lbs back of fluffly, scrumptious, off-white merino roving! yaaaay. That seals it. cleaning fleece is my cut off. I will happily dye it, card it, spin it, and knit it. but i have no interest in washing it myself.
I had to immediately spin up 2 bobbins, no dye at all. I plied them last night and plan to knit a nice scarf and hat to give to Trish as a thank you for the nice fleece.