I am slooooowly getting back in the groove of blogging. It's really hard to get back in that head space where you think in blog posts as the world goes by. But! Here are my distractions! I finally got the loom warped.
I'm now down to the more boring but much less difficult chore of winding up the stick-shuttle-thingie:
I'm still knitting on the third shawl:
And spinning. I've got a Pagewood Farm roving, called "Peaceful":
The reason for all this relative activity is because I missed OT last week. Instead of laying on the couch wishing for morphine, I've been able to do something. In small, short bursts, anyway. For every hour of spinning, there's two hours drooling on the couch. But, it's something.
Today, the Goober composed her first poem. I am posting it here, for posterity:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
but Mum does too.
She also correctly used the word "appalling".
I'm gonna just sit here and gloat over the kid's vocabulary. Y'all just go on.