Both a winner and a loser

So I had a nasty/nice surprise this evening. It was scary how much wool I accumulated in the last eight months or so. I fear that it might be multiplying in the dark. However it was nice to know how much wool I have. Like an unexpected birthday present.

So while I won by sorting out and rediscovering my wool, I proved myself to be the sad strange loser who sorts her wool out on a Friday night. That's just tragic.

Ah, but such beautiful wool.

Stage 1: Pulling bags out of the wardrobe... and under the bed... by the lamp... on the shelves...


Stage 2: Taking off the wrappings.



Stage 3: Putting the final nail in the coffin of my social life. Yes, I colour co-ordinated my wool on a Friday night. But at least I did it well.*



(I'd like to point out that I don't have a TV and get sick of using the computer after a day at work sitting in front of a computer. And, obviously, have no social life to talk about.)