|Because nothing says 'spring!' like ten inches of heavy wet snow.|
Yeah. It's been that kind of week. Needless to say, knitting winter gear has seemed like a perfectly rational response to this kind of thing. I turned my three skeins of homespun into two hats, thankfully without feline assistance.
I have to say, this was clearly the work of a beginning spinner. The yarn was over and under-spun, thick and thin and generally rather hard to work with. I finished with only a foot or so to spare, and used the few ends to weave in the thinner spots. I'm planning to give these a good washing. They're both rather large hats, and a little light felting and shrinking would be a good thing.
And of course there were more mittens:
The only other bit of news for the week is that Biscuit has shown a wholly unexpected musical bent. I was playing the flute, as I am occasionally wont to do, and Biscuit was seized with a sudden fascination. Every time I started to play, he came running over, climbed into my lap, peered intently at the flute, apparently trying to figure out where the noise was coming from. Just a hint- having a large fluffy cat try to stick his nose in the mouthpiece when you're playing makes it very hard to continue. Naturally when I tried to demonstrate this later for my husband, Biscuit gave me his patented, 'what?' look and ignored me. But I do have some evidence:
Fascinated, I tell you. Why that night and no other, I couldn't begin to say.
Does your spring involve flowers and green growing things? If so, please send pictures- it may be the only green I see for a while.