I have a confession. Last week, in kind of a fugue state, kinda stressed out, without enough sleep, I was at the book store. And, well, this is what I bought.
Then I hit the yarn store.
Maybe I'll figure this crochet thing out.
If it rains blood and plagues of frogs and locusts show up, I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.
(For newcomers, I have nothing against crochet. I suck at it.)
Remember Tour De Fleece? I'm trying to do it this year.
Unfortunately, I went off spinning this winter in the midst of all that PT and whining (hey, idea for a new blog, "PT and Whining"). So my goal for the Tour is to just get my ass in gear again. I have to build up slowly because of my hand problems, and on day one I could only spin for half an hour. Really annoying.
The other night I finished this:
It's the worst spinning I've ever done since I learned to spin. Breathtakingly awful. The single broke three times while I was plying the damn stuff. Ugh.
The one nice thing has been the weather. I spent last weekend spinning out on the back porch. We had a couple days of super hot weather, but a cold front went through, and I'm hoping for more porch spinning this week.
The Goobie likes it too.