Eric got the wild eyrps tonight. That resulted in 3 loads of laundry tonight. The last load is in the dryer as we speak. I was too tired for all the excitment of the night.
Today I finished spinning and plying yesterdays yarn. I also skeined up some already finished alpaca. I also started a new color called tree. I will show you that tomorrow.
In the mean time I hope hat Eric has a quiet night.
The stitches are out as of yesterday. I slept last night until freshing time, when I woke up John to change Eric. No freshing duty until the wounds heal. Knitting is a no go until mid March. So spinning it is.
Today I started a spinning some merino blended with silk on one of my Forrester drop spindles. The color ranged from dark green to yellow. It spun like a dream. The color looks awesome. I will finsh spinning it and ply it tomorrow. Then it will sit in the fiber sink until my hand heals enough to finish processing the yarn.
I am having a hard time with not knitting and sleeping. I can’t wait for the stitches to come out Wednesday. I want full use of both hands. I have so much that I want to do.
This is my frist real knitting project that has been started after my right hand surgery on Tuesday. I have 2 new outfits that require skinny scarf’s. The first one is 15.5 yards of hand spun wool.
The pattern is simple. Cast on 5 stitches on US size 17 knitting needles. Knit every row until I have just enough yarn for the cast off. The yarn is just shy of worsted weight.
The funny thing about the color in clothing is there either seems to be not enough or too much for most people. Take this morning for instance. In the supermarket parking lot there was a woman who commented that my clothes were a bit on the colorful side, in the not very nice way. Let's face it, my tie dye skirts are comfortable and maybe just a bit on the colorful side. This morning was not going very well. I needed something cheery to wear. I had run out of the right size bandages to cover my stitches. So that is how I landed up in the supermarket parking lot at 9 a.m. to begin with. So I really did not see the irony in her statement until later in the day.
When I found the time to get to a get sale and bought 2 monochromatic outfits, one in gray and one in black. My thought was they were a bit on the drab side, but I could weave some new scarfs to go with the outfits. Maybe even knit a shrug or two. Which made me think of the lady in the parking lot and what she was wearing. It was 50 degrees in the sun if we were lucky and she was wearing shorts that matched her skin tone and a shirt that matched her hair, a totally washed out look in my humble opinion. The shorts in 50 degree weather said snowbird all the way. It was then I realized how outrages I must have seemed to her.
All I have to say on the subject is that the color in my wardrobe is here to stay. As the song goes “there are so many colors in the rainbow...” and I will wear every one. Maybe at the same time.
When I told John the story, he just smiled.
