I'm here. I am - overwhelmed - so today I'll just say that I've been knitting and spinning.
I finished the Lacy Baktus shawlette in time to wear it to the wake for my father-in-law.
I started a Gaenor shawlette in a beautiful deep plum variegated fingering, just a few days ago.
I began to spin delicious Louet Northern Lights in the Teddy Bear colourway on Gidget, and we are doing very, very well. (This stuff spins itself. It's amazing.)
I've started to photograph some of my spindles - you can browse them here, if you like. Many more are coming. Many. I've been a complete hog about spindles.
My favourites are the smaller ones - 1 oz. or less - but I know the heavier will come in handy when I begin to ply up some of the spindled singles.
I've decided to participate in the 2010 Tour de Fleece as a member of Team Russian Underpants. (Um, Russian Underpants? Let the Tsarina explain.) My goal: spin every day.
And isn't my Ravatar fetching in her TDF lampshade? Thank you, Lisa!
** As for the title of this post - That's just one of the delicious lines from Wickett's Remedy by Myla Goldberg. There's no way to put it into context without giving away part of the wicked funny part of the plot, so you'll just have to trust me. I'll get around to reviewing it, as well as her Bee Season, and anything else I've read. Really, I will.