String theory

I used to think that I could officially be classified as ‘crazy’ when the cat population in my house exceeded three. This did happen some years ago and the situation got so bad (factions formed – there was war) that I had to find a new home for one of them. I have, however, revised my classification… this is because we now only have dogs but I don’t think I got any saner with the reduction in feline numbers (maybe it’s a threshold thing and once you’ve had four cats, there’s no going back).

Anyway, This morning as I constructed a frame for my runner beans to climb up, it dawned on me that I may have achieved new heights of craziness. “Why?” I hear you ask… well, I realised that I have started collecting small pieces of string. The bamboo canes needed tying together and, rather than getting out my ball of twine, like any sane person, I was able to lay my hands on enough short pieces of string to fulfill my needs. And then, to make matters worse, I found myself photographing my string so I could share it with you:

 

Some of my string collection

Some of my string collection

String in action

String in action

But, it’s not just string… I also have a bag of yarn scraps:

Odds and ends

Odds and ends

Which I have been using to stuff hexipuffs, but not fast enough to stop the collection growing.

And then there’s my inability to throw out apple peel and cores, although this has produced some lovely vinegar:

Apple scrap vinegar

Apple scrap vinegar

Perhaps I just need to embrace the crazy…

 

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