The weekend's dyeing:
From the top, Primrose, Tribble, and Practically Purple. All laceweight. You know you're doing well when you want to keep everything you've dyed. (The Tribble wound up with minimal fuss, once I got it on the swift properly. It was getting it on the swift that was tricky.)
And what is this?
Why, it's knitting. For a Knitty pattern, so this is just a teaser. (Netter, the yarn is glorious. FANTASTIC. I don't think I've ever knit up pure alpaca before. It's almost as nice as reeled mulberry silk. In a way, even better because it's not nearly so fragile. Looooove it. Thank you again.) So obviously it's my own design. Wanna hear something fun? According to one refrence I have, I've got juuuust enough yarn to knit this project. According to another, I'm 400 yards short. For my own refrence, I knit up one skein of yarn, measured how many square inches it produced, then figured out how many square inches were in the sweater, did some division... and by MY figures (I checked twice after I got the answer), I've got FIVE HUNDRED YARDS EXTRA. Even allowing for my iffy math skills, someone's been smoking something not quite legal, if you get me. And it hasn't been me.
As for my hand, well, I'm tinkering with my medication again. (Bad side effects.) If anyone remembers the cuss-fest of last July, we may be holding another one soon. If you're new to the blog, you're in for a... well, not a treat. Laugh, maybe. If you think creative swearing is funny. But the bottom line is, so far I feel BETTER. And that's what matters. Well, I'd prefer The Baby's first sentence NOT be "Fuck off."
So far, so good.