That didn't take long. There was no sitting back, no regrouping, no examining or determining. I'd printed a pattern yesterday, found a lovely pair of Brittany needles that I've had for a while but never used, and looked for some yarn. I'd found a ball of deep red wool, then glanced over and spied the lonely ball of "rescue yarn" that's been on my table for a while, waiting to be loved. It's a lovely ball of dark green wool, impossible to photograph in morning "light," so look for at least one more progress photo, I hope, in daylight. It's going to be an FO before long!
At this time of year, even at my Scroogiest, I can't help but think what a wonderful, quick, stylish gift this would make, and wouldn't every woman I know love one of these?
This is a ball of "felting wool" -- Cascade 220, no doubt -- that my sister kept telling me she had and wanted to give me. She bought it a couple of years ago, intending to make a bag, but made babies instead and hasn't been so inclined to knit in her "free time" lately. Mack found the little yarn cake and entertained himself for a while by pulling random strands from the middle, so I rescued it. It wasn't as knotted and tangled and difficult to rewind as it looked. The color is perfect.
Every woman I know is going to want one of these.
It may mean that I'm going with the "just cast on a bunch of stuff and come what may" plan. I know I have a lonely ball of Kidsilk Haze in the stash... There's a company party tonight, but otherwise I'll be in and knitting over the weekend. We'll just have to see what happens.
FYI: Changing the furnace filters can make an enormously HUGE difference in air quality and quantity of heat. I'm surprised I didn't actually hear my furnace gasping for air.
Thanks for stopping by. Happy weekend, everyone.