The spring-like weather lulled us into thinking that northwestern Connecticut would be devoid of snow - surely the sun would shine there, too? - but alas, it was not to be.
It's been a week of gustatory delights - dinner out Monday, Tuesday, and Friday, lunch out Saturday and today (with Mom and Becky). Needless to say, there's no shrinking going on, but I've been judicious in my menu choices, so there's not much expansion, either.
LOTS of photographic evidence of fiber crafting.
Spinning: well into the second bump of Falkland. It's a delight to work with. I hope to get more spun later today after my lunch with sis and mom.
|Blurry Falkland fiber|
Knitting: Malthese is growing. Yes, it looks like a giant tear-shape, but once steeked it'll be a large triangle. We had a moment of hilarity the other night - I almost had Zig convinced that this shawl is for him - after all, Parisian men wear all sorts of elegant scarves - wouldn't this look GREAT around his neck?
|This will look MUCH better when steeked and blocked.|
|Working on the eighth (out of 12) rows of Malthese Flowers|
|The finished object will have filigree-like arches seen in the Tour Eiffel|
|Just starting the leg of the second sock. Yawn.|
Which are the magic
moments in ordinary
time? All of them,
for those who can see.