Since I'm trying to spend the whole day in bed. Or at least horizontal (the couch works too). I was up all night coughing and throwing up, but I think I've turned the corner on this damn bug. For those of you worrying about pneumonia, I've had it before (more than once - fun times) and know what to look out for. (And in fact, am kind of worrying about it, myself.)
The good news is, while poking about yesterday, I got most of the dyed yarn skeined up and am nearly ready to go, posting my new yarns March 1. Coming up with names is becoming a game. My mother-in-law pointed out that the selling point of OPI nail polish is the silly name of each color, and was enthusiastic about my crazy names for my yarn. I've got one skein named "Radium" after the glow-in-the-dark radioactive goo they used to put on watch faces.
Sock yarn's on the left, lace weight is on the right. Radium is in the middle.
I got the Raspberry Ripple untangled last night (thanks again for that name):
Yesterday I think I broke my niddy-noddy. It gave a crack when I pulled a skein off it, and I gave it to the husbeast to look at. (He finds broken stuff for the Navy as a career.) He looked it over for a while and finally pronounced that he can't find any cracks but there's some tortional instability that wasn't there before. (I'm married to a man who uses terms like 'tortional instability'. And I know what he means. Which one of us should I be worried about?)
Two skeins left to wind. On top is "Death Warmed Over", which was supposed to look like a pond of lily pads but the dyes mixed wrong.
The one interesting thing about being sick is, the husbeast's been in charge of the baby. He's calling this hair style "Einsteinian".
I'm not sure how he managed it, but I'm pretty sure peanut butter was involved. Check out the glitter jammies. Very stylish.
Speaking of the baby, she's well again. Feels fine. Is into everything. Little shit.
I'm gonna go knit something. While laying down.