Monstrous cat attacks yarn!
Enormous cat attacks innocent yarn!
(Cheshire loves to appear just when I start a photo shoot with some yarn, and then likes to stand between it and the camera and ask me why I am not patting her? She doesn't appear if I just sit on the back door step. BTW, no yarn was harmed in these pictures.)
Oh yes there has been knitting and spinning and dyeing here!
Nutmeg's cat cushion is finished. Well the front half of it anyway.
I decided to try knitting some of my weirder handspun into some not-Fetchings.
They have a different thumb and are longer in the hand cos I like them like that.
I knitted a hat out of the yarn my spin off pal sent me.
I call it my Rocky Mountain hat - it is a bit pointy (maybe that is just my brains trying to escape!) and is quite white. I had a punt at the right gauge and yay me! Then I did three cables up the sides and another for the brim. Interestingly enough, I had only 30cm (12") of yarn left over - did I "judge" that well or what?
Some experimental spinning after a hot date with the crock pot:
(All spinning for sale, $10 per 50g.)
The dye pot before the dark burgundy/plum yarn went in - weird precipitates formed.
Our tickets to Fort Collins are all booked in. We are flying out of here on the 26th of March and land in Fort Collins only 2 hours or so after we leave here. LOL We leave Fort Collins on the 29th and arrive back home on the 31st of March at the almost ungodly hour of not quite 8am. Less than two weeks before we get in a BIIIIIG plane and fly off to the never never! (Actually the US. Then I give up my forefinger prints. Grr) I hope I can meet up with the Fort Collins knitters and spinners but my only contact there is on interesting (legal) drugs and is not communicative. Nathan also has to go up to visit Google in Sydney next week. He will have to swap a day of work or something.
Finally, Nutmeg says "Grovel, minions!"
(Pictured here on top of the wardrobe, on a fleecy blanket and my lumberjacket, in tasteful greens, blues, pinks and yellows - just what all evil overlords recline upon, don't you think?)