The Wikipedia article regarding addictions starts out,
“Historically, addiction has been defined as physical and psychological dependence on psychoactive substances (for example alcohol, tobacco, heroin and other drugs) which cross the blood-brain barrier once ingested, temporarily altering the chemical milieu of the brain.
Addiction can also be viewed as a continued involvement with a substance or activity despite the negative consequences associated with it. Pleasure and enjoyment would have originally been sought, however over a period of time involvement with the substance or activity is needed to feel normal.”
I’m starting to suspect I might have a fiber addiction. It draws me like a bug to a zapper. To me the smell is intoxicating. Touching it certainly brings pleasure and enjoyment. I want to cuddle up and take a nap with this Shetland/BFL lamb fleece.
I put Dorothy’s fleece out for display so I can walk past it, see it and touch it every day.
After a quick run through the drum carder even her britch wool is soft and has been making wonderful felted projects. She got an extra cookie last night because of it.
I even like washing the fleeces. I can’t wait to see what Rose’s lamb fleece looks like under all that dirt.
And then there is the actual act of spinning it into yarn. And knitting it into something useful.
I definitely have a problem. I’m starting to need it to feel normal.