It really didn't snow much during daylight hours yesterday, but we got another little bit last night. It's still snowing lightly and the flakes are getting bigger. It's piling up this time because there isn't any wind -- good snowball snow.
I think I'll call this Cuff with Cat Tail. I had barely begun arranging things when Duncan decided that curled up on St. Brigid was where he wanted to be. The cats have all been a little funny, not sure what to make of the weather and all. Anyway, both cuffs have been completed and were sewn on during the Oscars. I absolutely LOVE them and the sleeve length is perfect now. I think I want to do something similar at the "hem" of the sweater, but I'm not sure if I want to do exactly this. I'm thinking a little more substantial -- but only by a little bit.
For my next trick, turning doubled yarn into singles in a room with three weather-crazed cats! I thought I may as well get it over with, so shortly after posting yesterday, I separated the double strands of Noro Blossom used to knit the bottom part of Williamsro into singles. I'd ripped from the sweater into piles on the floor which I then loosely skeined on my arm; with the least amount of handling possible, I took each "skein" and placed it on the table, carefully pulling apart the strands into two new piles on my left and right, and then loosely skeined and tied off each of those. I ended up with eight small skeins in all. They took a tepid little bath and I squeezed 'em real good in a turkish towel, then strung them onto the business part of one of those trouser hangers from the dry cleaner's. (I haven't been to the dry cleaner's myself in over five years, and never with trousers*, but somehow I never run out of these hangers.)
*Since watching Helen Mirren on Barbara Walters last night, "trousers" is my new favorite word. I think I shall be referring to my fat ass as my "big bottom" in the future, too. I just loved her in that interview. I don't remember what the question was, but when she declined to answer on camera and told Barbara, with a smile, that she'd tell her later... (Helen Mirren does not wear trousers -- and abhors shorts -- because, she said, she has a big bottom and short legs and they don't look good on her. I'd never have guessed -- she always looks fabulous.)