Monday, January 15, 2018
He's also completely fed up with having his picture taken.
Nothing fibrous going on other than yesterday I packed some cloth up to travel. None of what I was handling spoke to me much.
The weekend was spent at a micro-retreat for a local writers group. We wrote, we ate, we kvetched. Like that.
I bumped up against the idea that the scene I've been having trouble with has only been giving me trouble because it's done and it's close enough to the end to warrant some fireworks, but they are coming up very soon.
Sunday, January 07, 2018
It's been colder and we've done it without central heat. It's the soul cold that I'm feeling today.
At night, between callers, I've been mindlessly using up the rest of the mystery string. I was thinking about a different configuration, something that hangs with a hole on the side so that birds might make nests. There are also a half dozen new potholders at work down in the kitchen. Same fiber, same outsized gauge. For scale, that is the large spool of Sulky cotton.
And these are my rescues from Kroger.