Debating what to do...

I love wool, the only problem is... it irritates the heck out of me. I don't think I'm allergic to it, but I certainly get a reaction from it...stuffy nose, scratchy throat, itchy eyes. I love rug hooked items and have done several myself. I also love penny rugs and wool blankets, again made them myself. Every time I work on something with wool, the same thing happens, so I don't do it for awhile hoping it was just a fluke, but sure enough, same thing again. This latest time was with some wool yarn while I was crocheting a small basket that I planned on felting.

So what do I do? I have been thinking for awhile now about cutting up my wool stash into smaller pieces and selling them in lots by color tones. I have some wool that is already cut into worms too. Plus I have a puritan rug hooking frame and a wool cutter(both not a cheap investment). My heart hates to part with everything, but I know that I am not comfortable working with wool anymore, as much as I like the look of it. I can have it in the house as already made items, it just the process of working with it when the fibers get in the air that is the problem.

I get so excited when I look at rug hooking blogs and want to pull everything out and get going, but in reality(besides the irritation) is just isn't a passion of mine. In fact, I don't really have a passion. I wish I did. I wish I had that "thing" that was mine. But it seems that I learn a craft, succeed at it, and move on. Nothing has captured my attention enough for me to become passionate about it. I'm a dabbler I guess.

Do you think people would buy my stash if I offered here on my blog? I have bags and bags full of wool. Would you sell it in my position? It would help with the move this summer by clearing out and I could tuck the proceeds away into the new house fund. What do you think?

Oh, and in case you are wondering, the prim animal paintings I was going to work on the other night, total bust! I just couldn't get down in paint what I had in my head, so frustrating. But maybe another day it will come.

Have a sweet day,

Tiff