What knitter doesn’t love a good sheep?
(I think the metal sheep’s name was Bob, he’s a creation from Andy, the Scottish Lion blacksmith)
Or be careful what you wish for… Monday morning I was thinking, I’ll have a leisurely start to the morning and go into work maybe around 8 (versus 7), maybe do some laundry (because I’d worked the previous 9.5 days, and 12 hours each of the previous 3)…
Then… Mom, my head is itchy…
A serious inspection under the bright solar flare of the bathroom heat light revealed one odd hair shaft. Which under microscopic inspection proved to be a nit. Which resulted in this,
I cut off maybe 3 inches, then clipped (using the dog clippers, shhhh) to 1/4 inch… but he still was unhappy with me dragging the louse comb through it… so, clipped to as short as the clippers would go. He thinks it feels kind of interesting, and so do I.
It also meant staying home to do a whole lot of cleaning, and a trip to the laundromat, because we only have cold water at our washer… and given that I did four triple loads, who would want to do that much one load at a time at home?? And purchasing new pillows.
And a few things followed me home…
Oddly dyed sale coopworth from French Hill Farm, and Windspun from Hope Spinnery. The colors are a bit off on both… the coopworth is a very bricky color, the other is closer to what it is.
The turnip looks like that mythical creature whose name I can’t remember (gnothu is the closest I can get). Some crazy knit site had it, but now they’ve got a book out and have ditched the online patterns. And I can’t remember what that’s called either. Help? The other is actually a pumpkin! A Galeux d’eysines (leave it to the French…).
weirdness at work
You know how I work in a building that was once part of a mental institution? I swear I heard somebody walking around on the third of our building last week… this floor is an unfinished shell… it was after 5, nobody was up there (that I could see). Maybe I was listening to too many stories from the cleaning lady. The cleaning crew and boiler folks spend a lot of time in the tunnels and see all sorts of odd things.