I like giving handspun items away, even if it does come at the cost of my own wardrobe. You've heard me whinge on about how I have hardly made myself any wearable handspun clothes to keep. I would have thought that by this time, two years after learning to spin yarn and knit, I'd have made more with which to clothe myself. I have a hat, an earwarmer band, and a cowl, none of which match and only one of which is made of my favourite breed of wool, Blue Face Leicester.
As soon as I make myself a BFL cowl, that merino one is out of here. I keep the hat only because it's the first bit of clothing I ever made. Its thick gauge and lumpy decreases at the top are a testament to how much better my skills are now. The earwarmer band is BFL and it can stay.
Giving handspun gifts means I could use up the fibers in my stash that are not Blue Face Leicester. That would get them out of the house and off my mind. The down side is that I won't be spinning Blue Face Leicester if I do that. I have some stashed Gale's Art dyed BFL with family members' names on them. They too want spinning.
As my whimsy takes me. This is supposed to be fun, not grim duty.
God loves a cheerful giver.
2 Corinthians 9:7b NIV