I've got "it". When I was teaching I always started out spring break with what I called the Vague Virus. I'm sick but not too sick. Everything just feels off. I don't want to eat. My tummy feels yucky and so does my head. All I want to do is to sleep and lay on the couch.
That's not a terrible way to spend the day and since I don't have to use up my sick leave to do it, I don't feel a bit guilty. I'm spending the day listening to audiobooks and making great gains on the Galliano vest.
The only thing that tempts me when I feel like this is either yogurt-which I NEVER eat when I am well as it makes me sick-or something with some octane.
Then there is matzo ball soup. It will certainly cure what ails you. Doctor's orders.
The Shetland I need to finish my Galliano vest is finally off the wheel.
It's not a big whoop but it has been a long time since anything got finished around here.
It's still a bit chilly outside but it dried pretty quickly in the late afternoon sun.
It's a wispy bundle of fluff. I love this particular Shetland. I hope I have more in the shed.
It even made me giddy with joy to see the salad spinner out in the sun to dry. It won't be long now until I can get some serious fiber production underway once again.
Now I've got another 3 ounces to work with.
That should be more than enough to finish the back.
This is the TdF project that has gone on forever and I am more than happy that an end is finally is sight. I want to challenge myself to have it done before the end of the month but that's just crazy talk. What I should say is that I am going to have it finished by this year's Tour. That makes a lot more sense.
Well look at that. I'm outside with my knitting. It's the first time this year I've made it out in the sun to relax for a minute or two with the needles. Even though I had to rush off soon after, it was heaven.
The first of my giant man socks are done so I got to cast on the second.
I've been very worried about matching up those rather random stripes. Men don't seem to be as fond of sibling socks as I am. It doesn't look too bad so far but it's too early to really tell. Fingers crossed.
It didn't amount to much but it was pretty coming down.
Before Mr. Winter returned yesterday, we had a string of several very warm days that were perfect for tearing into the fleece shed. Spring equals fleece washing around here and I've got a lot to wash as well as a lot to card.
First I had to dig it all out and figure out what is what. I really need to learn to label things. I have a lot of mystery wool and that's bad.
I also sorted out the washing and dyeing materials. They were full of dead stink bugs. Ew.
I know this is crazy. Even I think this is crazy but I love dirty wool. It's still a little chilly but as soon as it warms up again, me and this icky stuff have a date for a bubble bath. I can't wait.