High-Fiber Diet

Day 154: I thrive on a high-fiber diet. I'm guessing that my stash of weaving cones and wool for spinning would last me at least two years if I didn't make any new purchases, and believe me, this is a thought which has been in the front of my mind since...oh, let's say the last week in January. Certainly, some projects might not be exactly what I'd prefer, but then, if your cupboard is bare of everything but canned peas, you'll bloody well eat canned peas rather than starve. As it is at the moment, I can pick and choose. Want a lighter shade of green in that band? I've got it. Need a handspun hat for a friend who likes pink? Can do! But if push came to shove (and I suspect it will), I'm sure I could design an attractive band around brown and grey and, boring though it might be, creamy white Corriedale wool has a delightful feel as it slips through the fingers to wind onto a spindle. The cedar chest is full of wool. The weaving cupboard is fully packed. Off camera, there are several bins of commercial yarn, every shade of embroidery floss known to DMC, linen threads for bobbin lace in sizes which would make a spider envious, crochet and tatting cottons filling numerous drawers. I may wind up with an empty tummy before this nightmare ends, but at least my hands won't be idle.