I want fiber

I have  craving.  A lust.  I want something raw that I can fold myself up in, to quote Eddie.  Something to spin myself into and make something to keep forever that has more story and more personality than anything you can get anywhere else.  

I'm on the phone with my mother in law and she's telling me about how Icelanders used to knit certain patterns into sweaters to identify who's it was, because fisherman who wore them and went overboard were certain to drown because the sweaters literally weighed 90 lbs when wet. It's kind of morbid to knit something in anticipation of the death of the wearer as you're wearing it, but ...it's so personalised.  It's a way of life, a reason for design, something more than just looking cool.  It's one of a kind.  I want to write my signature into something, immortalize myself in my stitches.  It's time.  Time to spread my seed and sell my wares and announce my creation perfection (err) to all who appreciate, time to be a SERIOUS knitter.

I can't wait.  Seriously.