It's very heady here at House O' Samurai. We've got wool stewing in dye, in the kitchen. I swear it smells better than Thanksgiving dinner. (Okay, it really smells like dirty diaper, but I don't care.)
The yarn hanging out of the crock-pot is destined for a different color. (The husbeast saw this and said "Is this going to stain the crock-pot?" I said, "It doesn't matter, it's food coloring." he said, "I don't want to eat pink pot roast." I said, "I'm doing another color after this. You'll be eating purple pot roast." he said, "Oh, that's fine then." and glared at me.)
Otherwise, I'm working on the Knucks and fondling the lopi for my jacket:
After the Knucks are done, it's back to The Bloody Damn Scarves. (I'm finishing and blocking the Husbeast Gansey Monday, when he's at work and won't see. Photos then.)
Now if you'll excuse me, the husbeast and the baby are up to no good and I've got to go rescue my house.
There should be YET ANOTHER book review coming up here, shortly.