I have a loft full of wool roving, ready to be spun.
I have four sheep ready to be sheared, producing more wool.
I have skein after skein of spun yarn.
And still, still .... I find myself looking at other fleeces and thinking I need more wool and more sheep.
I KNOW I do not really need any more....but this feels almost like a disease, the terrible craving to run my hands over wool and bury my nose in it.
Maybe if I go clean out the sheep pen I will get over this temporary insanity.