Rested Up

And ready to go again. Maybe.


I am still down with the souvenir cold I brought home from my traveling. And the time zoning. I decided I better get on the stick before this weekend, when I will be whacked with the time changing. (Consider that a PSA. Don’t forget. Spring ahead!)

Rest assured, one and all, that Molly, the Marvelous Matchless is living up to my expectations. She is indeed a beauty, and together we are spinning ourselves some suri alpaca (in double drive!), and getting along famously. So famously, in fact, that I decided to take two days off in June, and have applied for the spinning workshop during the Estes Park Wool Market. Class size is limited, and I hope I get in. Second choice is a dyeing class, which will be fine, too. Wonderful Guy and I will be spending a long weekend up there. He will find something beside wool to distract him.

The February Lady Sweater is coming along, having had so much plane time of late. I started the first sleeve since I have been home. Knitting at lunch, spinning at night. Except for last night, when I had my knitterly peeps over. Eldest is quite taken with the pattern and wants one of her own, which I have promised. I like the opportunity (mostly) to knit a pattern more than once. It gives me the chance to work out the kinks. With my knitting, not so much the pattern. But sometimes the pattern, too, or at least my understanding of what the pattern is saying!

It seems I have been successful, though, at least to this point, in knitting a pretty sweet sweater. (I will get a photo when I get to getting photos of things...) And while I have another pair of socks on the needles, I hear the cashmere and Peasy calling.

In other news, Only Brother was at the Family Gathering.  Seems he has himself a fancy new phone that allows him to keep track of Dearest Sister's and my blogs now.  Seems he has read them both front to back.  Reading them on his new phone threw me off.  I was looking to see if someone was reading from the vicinity of where he lives.

Tricky boy.

His comment?  Something to the effect that he had no idea there were so many different fibery pursuits!

Ha!  HaHa!  I haven't started dyeing yet, and neither of us have even given weaving a glance.