with much melting. I love it. And there are at least two, possibly three orange-breasted nuthatches visiting my feeder, to say nothing of the usual gold and purple finches, juncoes, chickadees, and woodpeckers.
The living room is still tidy, I think because I have not sat in it. On Wednesdays, one washes rocks at the lab in Concord on behalf of the living ( the people of New Hampshire and specifically, us in SCRAP (see link at sidebar)) and the very dead, in this case say 7-9000 years ago. They sure made a mess in that quarry. We have been washing some of the returns from that dig since the summer of 2000. They are not very interesting, even as flakes of weathered gray stone go. My morale has been lifted by Dawn, a volunteer/part time contract digger part-time Wal-Mart employee, who says her mom and her friends constantly complain about her obsessive tendencies. They are so very welcome in the lab. Just seeing the neatly stacked, carefully inventoried stack of plastic bags (of horrible rocks) helps me believe we will one day finish the stuff. And then some lucky grad student can study it.
My ex came for lunch. The main reason he is my ex is that he was transsexual and is now legally Jennifer. I am making her a garter-stitch scarf in Charles' Cancun and Sof-twist. It is kind of busy but very Eastery and I just wanted to knit something in pastels. Please don't look down on me.
My father tried on the first complete sock today; I am about a quarter of the way up the second cuff and he refused to risk injury trying on the second. Since he and my mom were buying lunch I could hardly force the issue. Lovely as the Mountain Goat Moose River is, it's NOT springlike colors.
We have now completed Ellie's mittens, even to a fancy button so she can hang them to dry. The button is not a quiet color, but then neither are the mittens. She likes them. I really, for whatever reason, enjoyed twining them and having them turn out thick but flexible and still fluffy (even if working with half-alpaca for the mittens and kid mohair in the socks is making Wendy Merino seem kind of harsh by comparison).
This doesn't quite show the colors true.
Since I have been working on this entry rather sporadically, it's now Saturday rather than Thursday. Last night Sarah and I spun. Because of Yarn Harlot, the time spent preparing the fiber and pre-drafting was noticeable. Sometimes actually preparing the roving helps, unless the roving has been savaged so much by cats and carelessness that the neps are irrremovable (I know a lot about this). In the process of tidying I found a roving I dyed one day when the Sheep Thrillers got together. The Yarn Harlot navaho plies. I do not, at least yet (Sarah did, though, and it came out nicely as her yarn usually does. It's a good thing I like her).
I split the roving down the middle and then fluffed it out.
To my surprise and delight quite a lot of the colors in each ply spun together. The barber-poling is not overwhelming. I only wish I had more than maybe 15 grams of the roving. More dyeing is in my future. Would New England-area readers want to try to get together here with Sarah and me sometime?