The Title Pool Annex

Yesterday I was once again a vendor at the Billsville craft fair, after a hiatus of ~3 years or so. My booth was simple, I had 40 pairs of socks and six felted wool bags to sell, and I brought my sock-knitting machine as a draw (and because I get bored). Chaz helped me with the set-up and stayed until noon or so, then went home to bed (he works overnights and came straight from his shift to help). Business was good; steady but not overwhelming. I sold eleven pairs of socks and took orders for two more, and the woman who was across the aisle bought one of the bags. I also set up a barter exchange with a fellow crafter for yet another bag.

What I don't understand is how many people think socks are WOVEN. "Did you weave all these yourself?" Um. No?

Today I have a bad case of "don't wanna" and right now I'm contemplating a virtual cart full of yarn (both felting and sock) instead of wading in and organizing the stuff I have. To be clear - the yarn in the cart is to replace what I used getting ready for the fair. I have not lost a great whack of yarn somewhere. But the Yarnatorium is a mess after I blew through it looking for lining fabric and other stuff I needed. This would be a good day to deal with that, especially since it's trash night and I have Suspicions that a couple of the bags have fabric scraps I was saving for some unknown use and can be just thrown the fuck away. Also, Woobat's mom is maybe going to be the lucky recipient of some of the holiday fabric Mom was hoarding.

Okay, I have talked myself into it! Onward! For Yarnia!