in the main studio. I feel faint. Hundreds of cones and skeins of yarns. Hundreds of pounds of yarn. I think that we need to call in the professionals of else all of the yarn will go to waste. I hope that those in charge of the budget see the sense in an ounce of prevention. I also think that we will stop taking donations from various people who seem to think that we would be pleased to take their grandmothers musty yarn. I threw away some yarns last year that someone gave to us that was so musty that it made me wheeze. I think that some people look upon us as a place to dump stuff that they just can't throw away. I am not impressed with whoever it was that donated the moths. Because that must be how they got in. Hitchhiking on some innocent looking skein of yarn. This is the first year that we have had a problem (starting with the bit last year at Christmas). I cannot describe how I felt when I discovered the little blighters. A lot of dead ones, but where there are carcases, there are the potential for eggs and larva.
Pardon me. I need a drink.