It started sleeting outside tonight just before Rick and I left work to come home, but I went to work prepared, which is why I looked like this when I got home:
(The kitty-hat that I'm wearing was something that I put together with two silk/falkland mixes that I made from Kae's carded batts. The scarf I'm wearing was the first scarf that I crocheted and still one of my favs.)
I walked in the door and tossed my new hat and my old, reliable scarf down next to:
Why it's another of Kae's falkland rovings, lovingly known as Kermits Guts to you and me, all spun up and ready for a bath.
As soon as Rick walked in the door, what do you think that he was rearing to do with it being so cold outside? No, not that, silly. This instead:
He lit up a fire in our fireplace. (We had smores, it was good. Since I know someone is going to ask, that is a medieval re-enactment helmet to the right of the frame.) I wanted to do something else, however, that would help me to be warm in the long-run.
I started to ply up some of the angora/wool mix that was gifted to me by Kae, but is originally from the Woolen Rabbit. (This is the same mind-sucking, brain draining fiber that has not ended it's torment to me since March) I want to eventually make a pair of socks out of it to wear while I am spinning since my feet get so cold while I'm treadling away. I looked up at the bobbin just before bed-time and saw...
Oh well, maybe I'll finish another day.