No, not a competition-winning yarn that I've come across, that's not what I mean.
I literally mean, a yarn spun from all the odds and ends of EVERY fibre project I've worked on in the last year.
All the dog ends of balls and batts; the threads cut when I'm sewing; the tiny slices of fabric cut during clothing alterations; the string used to tie up my batts when I dye them. EVERYTHING went into a bag and then on New Year's Eve I carded and spun them into yarn.
When I look at this yarn, it makes me smile from ear to ear. I can remember all the little bits and pieces and where they're from.
Tiny yarn ends from when I sat on the stoop in Brooklyn, crocheting with my mate Subway Hooker.
Acid-coloured plastic bag yarn cuttings neatly gathered from warm sunny days hanging with Helle Jorgensen on my deck.
The pair of jeans I took up to go cocktail drinking in Dublin with Moonspinning, before washing and shrinking them - consequently they now hang at half mast (schoolgirl error!)
Dyeing courses taken, friends made, gifts given and received, curtains hung, wine drunk, reefs crocheted, laughter had, exhibitions opened, cushions stuffed, packages untied, clothes slimmed out of, knitting machines snarled up, sculptures failed and realised. They're all there.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it yet, as it's pretty impractical, but boy, am I glad I've spun it. And it was the nicest thing I've ever done to close an old year and open a new one.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!