Today I entertained the idea of going back to Scotland. (I visited briefly in 2005.) Listfull daydreams of grey skies, green hills, and all things woolen kept creeping into my head, impeding all productivity.
It all started with the Fair. I went to the Tanana Valley Fair last night and the local pipe band was playing - I'm a sucker for bagpipes. I don't know which I like more the music, the kilts or those darling shoes pipers wear. I became acutely nostalgic for Scotland.
And, fairs mean livestock, sheep and goats and chickens and ducks and sheep and cows and sheep. All the adorable, neatly groomed farm animals feed my fantasies of snug cottages with sheep grazing on green hillsides. I have this dream of raising my own sheep, and using the fleece to create all sorts of lovely knitted, woven and felted goodies. (I don't know that I would enjoy the reality of such an operation as the idea of it - so I think that it will stay a dream for a long long time.)
If the fair weren't enough, I found the most painfully fabulous shop online today. It took me a while to figure out where it was based but as soon as I realize it was Scotland, I spiraled into an unseemly obsession with returning to the land of my ancestors and immersing myself in fiber arts.
Is not this the most delectable hot water bottle cover you could ever imagine?
I don't know what I would even do with a hot water bottle let alone a hot water bottle cover, but I want it. AND THEN, I want to know how to make it AND THEN I'll make dozens of lovely variations AND THEN I will live happily ever after...
It's all quite logical really.
(Have I mentioned how obsessed I have become about knitting? weaving? felting? Let it be a cautionary tale to any who dare contemplate moving to Alaska, extreme northern latitudes can drive a person mad.)
And let's talk about this cushion, I covet it. Makes me want a loom real bad so I could create beautiful tweeds like these. *sigh*
All my lusting over woolens has led me to conclude... unfortunately it appears that all rational thought has ceased and all I can think about is SHEEP and WOOLENS and SCOTTISH COTTAGES.