...what better place for my newest reading! Yarn Harlot. She's hilarious, even if she does have some serious issues with yaks. And yes, the wool. The Lopi is direct from Iceland (!), oodles of which I brought home with me when I was still in the Navy. Destined to be slightly felted thrum mittens. I promised my family they would all get a pair before the snow started flying. I made my pair last year during the Harlot's Thrum-Along, and I think everybody else wore them more than I did. Fantastic things. Can't live without 'em here on the farm. And the pink? That's 100% silk by the Hand Maiden. Lovely. My new fancy shmancy long johnies-to-be. I found a pattern in Rowan Knitting Book #4. I'll just have to figure out how to adjust it for the finer gauge of the silk. And then there is the bit of orange peeking out... That's a pretty lace wrap I started a while back. It's not that I don't like it anymore, or it's too difficult a pattern... Just kind of got bored with it. But that's not even the whole truth. Lace is very difficult to knit, I discovered the hard way, when there is a bouncy (nicest word I could come up with for my kids' unruly behaviour!) 5 and 7 year old in the vicinity. Not enough time in the day for my favourite hobby.
And then there is this wool crochet nightmare I've gotten myself into. My dear husband loves heavy blankets in winter. That's fine. He especially loves wool blankets. I finally got the hint when he started using the 3 meters of heavy wool fabric I had in my sewing room as a blanket. Does anyone know how many single crockets it will take to make a blanket large enough for a king-size bed? I don't want to think about it. I'd have to open a bottle of wine and I have to get ready for work now.