And snow it did. They say it was the worst storm in the city's history, but I was so wrapped up in this sock, I barely noticed.....except for the screaming banshee winds and the hours of shoveling out yesterday. Luckily we didn't have anywhere to go this weekend, so it was just me and my socks and my spindle. WHAT spindle, you say? Why, THIS spindle:
It's brand new, and so far I have made this much yarn:
It's very sucky yarn, but I love it anyway, and I'm working very hard not to think about how long it would take me to spin up a sweater's worth of yarn this way.
This is so much fun I can hardly stand it. How do I go about getting someone to pay me to do this all day, while making only the stuff I want to AND getting to keep it all? ;)
Just in case you thought that maybe all this storm hoopla was overrated, here's me standing in my back yard.
And HERE is what happens when one tries to make a snow angel in 3+ feet of fluffy, powdery snow.
Yep. Me again. This time buried up to my neck. There was a moment there when I was pretty sure I was not going to be able to find solid ground in order to right myself and that my husband, incapacitated as he was with laughter, would not be able to help me, and I might suffocate right there in my own back yard just 3 feet from my back door.
Can you tell I'm from the South?
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