Time passes

I have my least favourite kind of day ahead. Which is waiting for a man to come. I mean, this is not a good thing whichever way you look at it, but I am referring to the sort of man who is coming to fix or check something, and they add an extra layer of man-ness to the proceedings. I do not do this well.

Plus, the last couple of days I have been feeling seedy. Nothing too specific or worrisome, just annoying, but yet another thing to have to deal with.

Bah, humbug.

It is possible that part of the problem is that I should be in the final stages of packing for SOAR, and of course, I am not. In a year when I really could do with seeing folk...oh well, Norway soon, and I am looking forward to that, despite the odd concern about lack of daylight hours. All the more knitting time!

And apropos, I have finished the latest hand warmers, functional but uninspiring, and cast on for the spiral rib mittens in "Homespun, Handknit". So by the time we go, I should have duplicates of everything to keep me nice and warm in an unaccustomed wintry landscape.

I manage a few rows on the "lace" shawl most days, but it is taking forever to finish - the ball of yarn seems never-ending. Serve me right for spinning quite fine. How those who do real laceweight stuff manage, I simply do not know. I have also been spinning more, always soothing. I have finished the "Demeter" colourway from Freyalyn, and have also used some more of her stuff to get familiar with the Little Gem. Which is taking some doing, Majacrafts being unlike all other wheels. Quite nice, though, and because you can angle the flyer, ok for point of contact, and hopefully, longdraw.


Which reminds me, I must go hunt up my short stapled fleece, I have someone coming tomorrow for a lesson in that and navajo plying, and I am reviewing drafting methods at AH next time as well.

It is going to take me a bit longer to unveil the last extravagance. It had arrived safely - well, more or less, one bit missing that I need to email about - but it is still an unphotogenic pile of sticks. Our intention is to tackle it at the weekend, so maybe it will be confession time then.

Still no ring at the door. Grrrr. OK. Fleece, then coffee. Then spinning.

OK. Loins girded.