Yeah, as I figured, there is wisdom on each side of the plastic bag fence.
I’m getting a weird visual here of a fence made entirely from plastic bags. Anyone ever seen a braided rug made entirely from Wonder Bread wrappers? I have. (A quick google image search tells me that my sighting was not a lone one. Go figure.)
A number of you report that is is not a good idea to store wool and other natural fibers in airtight plastic for extended periods of times for the reasons outlined in yesterday’s comments, and that does make sense to me. Apart from the segregating of like yarns for projects, my main purpose in ziplock-bagging my yarn has been moth deterrent.
As I said, I’ve never had any problems with moths, but I prefer to err on the side of caution. However considering the size of my stash, there is a good chance that some of it might spend years in plastic bags.
So I ordered a whole bunch of some herbal moth deterrent from Simple Thyme, and will place that in liberal amounts in the stash room and in the linen closet. (I didn’t tell you that more than half of my very large linen closet is dedicated to stash storage, did I?) That way, not only will my home stink purty, it will hopefully discourage any little winged b*st*rds that could possibly try to move in.
So I’ll let any new sock yarn bask au naturel, sans ziplock bags. I think the rest of the stash I’ll leave as is — most of it is in non-airtight bags anyhow.
Speaking of socks, lookie here.
The Fern Fronds socks are done. They are knit from Sanguine Gryphon Eidos sock yarn in the “Socrates” colorway, on 2mm needles.
This was my first sock project completed using the Hiya Hiya needles. I like them very much. Only time will tell if the join remains the same. I’ll be sure and let you know if it doesn’t.
My work friend who gave me blueberries from her father’s place last week (remember the big-*ss berry pictured in the blog afew days ago?) kindly brought me another bag today:
You can be darn sure I’ll be nom-nom-nom-ing on these in the very near future!
Lucy the Critic
This morning, as is my wont on weekdays, I watch the “OMG What Are You Doing Up At The Hour Seriously Early Morning News” on CBS before leaving for work. And as usual, Lucy was curled up in my lap, dozing. At the very end of the newscast they did a story about the woman who won this year’s hog-calling contest at the Illinois State Fair and showed this video clip:
As soon as the woman started, Lucy snapped her little head around to watch the tv, a look of supreme disgust on her face. She stared at the tv, quivering with annoyance until the “performance” was over.
Quite the little critic, isn’t she?