And I'm not talking about fiber for Maisie. I have to clarify that because that's usually what I've had to talk about lately. It's been an ongoing topic of conversation these days and let me tell you...I'm tired of talking about poop, cleaning up poop, praying for better poop... Poor Maisie.
The Always Amazing Aaron came to visit over the weekend. I welcomed his visit because I knew he wouldn't come empty handed and he didn't disappoint.
Guess who this is? The brown handspun. And yes, Aaron's wrong side knitting is just as nice as his right side.
It's Marcel! From his lamb shearing. I have a very special story to share about Marcel, but I'm not ready. I still think I see him sometimes and it catches my breath and I have to look twice. I love all my sheep. I really do. Even stupid ole Beanie Baby. Some of them though... Okay, moving on!
Aaron's spinning that perfect (as always) yarn to accent a blue sweater. Lovely. I am planning a Marcel sweater myself. The Market Jacket from November Knits. I'm going to blend Marcel's two year old shearing with some of Woolliam's Cotswoldy curls and I can't wait to get started.
This is one of B. Willard's Border Leicester lamb cousins. The gray fleece had some subtle color changes so Aaron separated it out before hand carding the entire fleece and I think it's gorgeous.
And his WeSoInNo (Weave Something In November) project. Yardage for a woven bag. All handspun, warp and weft, and woven on one of his handmade looms.
We'd had a couple warm winter days and the bees were having a honey party on the porch while we were taking pictures. I love to drizzle honey on the railing and watch them come in and gobble it up. It's enjoyable for me and helpful to them - gives us both a winter boost. I'm sure it was quite a sight with silly Maisie bebopping around, bees buzzing all over, knitting and fleeces strewn around the porch and me snapping pictures. At this point I'm afraid I'm probably becoming more just theplaincrazylady.
Maisie's fully transitioned over to the goat milk now. I thought we were golden last night. She was happy and seemed to be feeling good, racing all over and pooping (see, there I go again) normal for the first time in many days. This morning she tanked again. We're hoping it's just her body still trying to regulate itself and are trying to be patient. She's hanging in there...with Betsy at her side. Keep the prayers and good thoughts coming please.