Every girl needs a good hunk o' wood.
Can't talk. Spun madly. Three bunny balls and a batt in two days. Transferred projects to ziploc and safe bamboo circs. Getting on plane in six hours...In state of utter panic. This is, I'm told, relatively normal. So, in lieu of a long post, I give you photographic evidence of my preholiday insanity.
Exhibit A: Felted slippers for husband.
Husband claims that "Wow, it would be really cool
to have a pair of those in black and grey
is not a request for a pair. I disagreed.
And if he doesn't like them, I'll steal them. This is the prefelted one, and the pair is great, though I did not have time to photograph them. I'll photograph them later when I've added one eye, complete with eyebrow, to each toe. I'm not kidding...that's what he asked me to do. (Yes, they are very fuzzy. He sees fuzzy, he thinks Muppets, apparently....)
I spun up an entire big batt of this wonderful Grafton wool.
Then I used the nostepinne and finally figured out,
thanks to help from the commenters, how to create
perfect little center-pull balls.
I no longer want a ball-winder. When I told Mamacate that I was in love with my nostepinne, she said, "Suuuuuure you are...." She wondered aloud if ball-winding was all I was doing with the nostepinne.
Would you believe me if I told you that nostepinning is all in the wrist?
Just look at that. Perfection.
That's a bunny-ball turned into a real live,
red-hot centerpull ball. That's lust, baby.
And on that note, I give you Mamacate herself, "The Reason for the Season," which if you have not read yet, you should. What a woman. She has said better than anyone I know exactly what I need to hear, at this time of the year and all year long.
Happy everything. See you in two weeks. Rock on.
December 23, 2005 12:20 PM | Permalink | Comments (14) | Print