I gave myself a challenge yesterday. I can’t be home (well or not well) and stare at a pile of knitting or fibre and not do something about it. It’s worse than torture. Fortified by every vitamin in the alphabet, I managed to snap a few photos of the FO’s.
Falkland, hand painted and plied onto itself.
SW Merino plied onto itself.
Two merino rovings. One semi solid orange and one multi plied.
And because I had quotas for other things as well……
I didn’t push so hard today and it just doesn’t work for me…Meandering around the house, 40 cups of tea(at least), I mostly completed detail finishing. I am leaving the house tomorrow no matter what my condition.
Screw you evil virus trying to interfere with my inventory. Seriously, you are not welcome here!
Now for the truly punishing part of the day…I have made another list. This is what is going to get finished today. I have the largest UFO list on record.
5 kids hats seamed – done
1 plum blossom scarf – done
3 felt hats actually felted – done
1 baby sweater finishing details buttons – where is that sweater?
1 free form scarf – and the red scarf?
2 skeins of hand spun –done
1 fern scarf – done
10 kid forms ready for embellishment —craptastic, didn’t even get a start here.
At some point today, do a load of laundry and vacuum the hallway…Oh and have a nap after half the list is complete. I will post photos of the stack o finished things tomorrow. I’m sure I can do this. Tomorrow will be another day and another list.
Oh, wait, and start packing for the show this weekend…
Well it’s 2am…I didn’t manage the nap or vacuuming the hallway, but I did get a load of laundry done. Was today successful? I’m not sure.
Toni dropped off her Kiwi with me for safe keeping. This is bad. I’ve been avoiding spinning so that I can finish the 20 scarves I have been working on forever. The same week the wheel arrives so does the roving, wool and silk and alpaca and silk….crap..
Now I am forced against my will to spin . This is the alpaca and silk. 117 yards.
This BFL is positively squishy. 125 yards.
I’m not even going to upload the rest, really I am so mad at myself for getting so easily distracted. It’s so easy to work on what I like rather than what I need to do. With a show next weekend and another one two weeks after that, I really need to get my ass in gear.
I tried to blame it on the lovely blend of medications I am taking in order to pretend that I have not been sick this week. Sleep is a luxury for people who aren’t self employed and I have put myself at risk again but forgoing sleep for inventory building. What’s a girl to do?
On the other hand, I have had the luxury of John fetching hot and sour soup and decaf lattes, mixing neo citran and lining up all the supplements for the morning. It is overkill, but it is still sweet to have someone to take care of you when you aren’t well.
When will I learn to slow it down enough to make the time to take better care of myself? As long as there is an ounce of roving or a skein of wool in this house, it is unlikely.
The day has turned out to be gorgeous. At least I have my fab window view while I’m waiting for round 2 of the meds to kick in.
The weather has turned today and the sunshine is gone. The view out my front window now is spectacular. I am just waiting for the leaves to fill in so that the entire window is covered.
I love everything about these magnolias and feel badly that I was secretly cursing them for such a late bloom this year. Really glad to have them now. Since the entire day today is about organic shapes and blooms, I couldn’t ask for a better inspiration spot for the knitting today.
Finally, finally…hoping that Irene and Toni would both be proud of me now…Yes 510 yards in one skein. It was not my intention to spin today. The postman came a knockin’ and roving showed up and well, you know me. The fact that there aren’t enough hours in the day to finish the projects I have now didn’t seem to deter me.
The yarn was completely in charge of how it was spun. I have Toni’s Kiwi (on loan) and we were just getting reacquainted when a merino/silk roving hopped up and into the wheel. Yes, make me lacy, make me pretty it squealed…
And the marathon began…I spun so long that one cheek and part of my leg fell asleep. It felt exquisite to have the tiniest bits of fibre running through my fingers. The colourway was lovely, lots of white left in the roving and it plied onto itself beautifully. I would not have enjoyed it as a single and now am looking forward to seeing it knit up.
You can’t sell hand spun if you don’t know how it knits and how it wears as a finished garment. And let’s be honest….it’s just mine, all mine. I earned the right to knit it…