After that last blog post, I was puzzling over what to do about that bobbin for quite a while. I sat down to knit on the sock that was the first installment of that fiber, and realized the sock was too small.
It was late, I'd had a bad day already, and, well. It was the final straw and had been a while since I hacked up some fiber with the Girl Knife. Lo, it was right there in my pocket.
After that I felt better. (It took about five minutes to get all the fiber off the bobbin. No blood was drawn. Really. I swear.)
Turns out the end of the bobbin had separated from the shaft, which is what I thought, but a lot more cleanly than expected.
The husbeast glued it back together and it's fine. Conversation (okay, ranting and bitching) on line revealed that a lot of folks with Ashford bobbins have had this problem, so if you use them, look out. We've gone through the rest of my bobbins and the husbeast found another that was wobbly, so he popped it loose and re-glued it. You might want to look into it yourself. We're using Elmer's specialized wood glue, but regular Elmer's glue would likely work as well.
Since everyone had a stroke at that last picture of the Goober, looking all grown up, I'll post some more. She had a growth spurt in early December that left me wondering where that kid in my house had come from.
She looks a little glazed in that photo; she was trying to convince me to let her stay up late because she wasn't tired, and that out-of-it look was so funny I snapped a photo.
At Christmas, she helped her grandma (she calls my elegant and sophisticated mother-in-law "granny" to the amusement of all) make the traditional family stuffing:
Which she got a kick out of, of course.
She conned her grandpa into reading her many stories:
Which they both enjoyed. My father-in-law deserves a medal; that's a Dora the Explorer book he's reading, there.
Sekhmet has truly adopted the bald kitten, and is really getting into the role of nanny.
Here she is rubbing her kitten's belly. I swear to all the gods I did not pose or arrange that photo in any way. The cat was actually patting the kid's belly. I boggled for quite a while before I thought to take a photo.
And, with the home schooling, the Goob has finally started to 'get' computers.
With some fun programs like Crayola Art Studio, she has taken to it like a duck to water. Now the hard part is keeping enough ink and paper on hand, because I finally got a printer and she's figured out what that little icon in the upper left means.
Last but not least, a tee shirt the husbeast got me for Christmas:
Best. Shirt. Ever.