I'm starting to scare myself.

That is two pounds of wool top, ready for dye and spinning. I put my foot in there for scale (and be aware that wool is PACKED TIGHT). After it arrived, I sort of sat, staring at it on the floor, thinking "It's just possible you're going overboard with this." Wouldn't be the first time.


The Zen Sweater is awaiting bindoff, armpit grafting, and a light felting (probably followed with some scissor work).



It hasn't gotten done yet because I'm still fooling around with the Skinny Scarf. I'm WAY too amused by watching the colors go past and seeing what the next weird combination will be. I'm also plying the last of the Reactor Coolant and gearing up for a go at the ugly green roving that may wind up being called "Frog in a Blender". For those wondering about the pattern of the Skinny Scarf, there really isn't one. It's thirty stitches in K1, P1 rib on size eight/five mm needles. With all that unholy color going on I didn't see any reason to make it complicated.


Since everyone enjoyed the bast fiber post, I've been poking around on the 'net for information on my next great opus. It was gonna be sericulture, but I keep returning to how technology has affected (effected? oh, bugger it) what we wear over the last five thousand years, and how we wear it. So who knows? Maybe it'll be both.


And the Goober says CHEESE! Every time I get out the camera, she does this. Once I was taking photos while she was supposed to be napping, and when I turned on the camera and it dinged, she yelled "CHEESE!" from the nursery - behind a closed door. Dunno what's up with the weird face.