Stupid things I do

For some reason, I think I can remember everything.

Yes, yes, stupid I know.

However, the problem with that really comes to my yarn. I have several mystery balls of yarn. Good stuff that I bought at the Midwest Folk and Fiber Arts Fest as well as at Stitches Midwest. Things that I thought I kept the tags with, but lo! and behold! as I go through my stash I realized just how many tagless balls of yarn I had.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. I at least remembered one of them was a Briar Rose, and managed to look that yarn up and log it in my ravelry account so I have the basic information there. But there are several other yarns that I'm wondering what they heck they are and how much of them there are.

Yup, I'm stupid. I need to stop winding the yarn until I'm ready to use it. If only I could remember that in the after "ahh'ing" of buying new, beautiful yarn.

And I fully admit. After Midwest F&FAF, I was in a yarn high. (It's like a sugar high, only more bouncing off the walls and a lot more planning that never happens.) I'd only been able to shop at chain stores, so coming home with handmade yarn, hand spun yarn, hand dyed yarn - yarn that wasn't made in a huge factory but had contact with humans at most of the parts of conception - it was dizzying. And amazing. And I got home and didn't know what to do with it...

So I wound them into balls without thinking.

Know, I'm calling myself stupid... Yarn makes me forget rational thought. ;)