A lost sheep back in the fold. This was the stitch marker from the sleeve of the sweater hijacked during Keebler's great adventure last week. I'd assumed it would turn up, but was starting to lose hope.

He looks happy to be home and now both sleeves are finished and surprisingly none the worse for the wear. I even found the artist's tag from the basket. All istemporarily once again well.

With all the wool finally gone, I was able to reclaim not only the floor space and carpet, but also my big loom. It had been surrounded by yarn fleeces and quilt batting for so long that I'd almost forgotten what it looked like. I'm hoping some nice handwoven dishtowels might sooth her hurt feelings.

It's also cooled down enough I could turn off the air conditioning and open the windows. This makes the biggest difference in my day. Seriously. I miss hearing the birds singing, sheep talking, chickens cackling and myself think.

If it's cool enough to open the windows, it's cool enough to sit out on the porch and spin in the evening too :-).
That's a basket of Crazy Esther. I'm still sampling for just the right look. I want it to be textured enough to truly represent Esther in her old age, but yet not so funky she wouldn't be proud to know it was her.
Finally a fun problem to solve.

He looks happy to be home and now both sleeves are finished and surprisingly none the worse for the wear. I even found the artist's tag from the basket. All is

With all the wool finally gone, I was able to reclaim not only the floor space and carpet, but also my big loom. It had been surrounded by yarn fleeces and quilt batting for so long that I'd almost forgotten what it looked like. I'm hoping some nice handwoven dishtowels might sooth her hurt feelings.

It's also cooled down enough I could turn off the air conditioning and open the windows. This makes the biggest difference in my day. Seriously. I miss hearing the birds singing, sheep talking, chickens cackling and myself think.

If it's cool enough to open the windows, it's cool enough to sit out on the porch and spin in the evening too :-).
That's a basket of Crazy Esther. I'm still sampling for just the right look. I want it to be textured enough to truly represent Esther in her old age, but yet not so funky she wouldn't be proud to know it was her.
Finally a fun problem to solve.