Can't talk now, turning the heel on the second sock

And trying to remember to take pictures as I go.
I found my notes from Sock 1 were a little sketchy in places as I worked on Sock 2.  Like exactly how I turned the heel.  Whatever I did the first time, it worked perfectly. 

Sure wish I had written it down...

Wascally Wabbit!

A friend just sent me this video. 



I'm still laughing.
I wonder if we could train our rabbit to do this...

Just a little tip

If you're ever on a game show and the million dollar question is "Is it a good idea to make a plying ball with merino/angora/silk laceweight singles?", you can confidently answer:

No.  No, it's not.


You can buy me some fiber out of your winnings as a thank you. 
Just maybe not merino/angora/silk...

Onyx is a filthy beast

But we love her anyway.
I decided it was about time I did some fleece-washing.  I'm currently plying this pretty stuff  (after seemingly endless spinning of froggy singles) and I'll soon be ready for a big spinning project. 
But oh, my...

 Here's some fleece, soaking in soapy hot water:

Pulling the fleece back, you can see that the water is almost as dark as the wool.

Multiple rinses were called for.  Multiple.

I tried to get a shot of the unwashed fleece itself, but all the pictures came out like this:

way too light.  The fleece is mostly black, with reddish brown tips, and is laced with several shades of gray ranging from silver to almost white.
So after a little monkeying with the color saturation and the brightness, I've got this picture which is a little more true to color, though still missing most of the black.

I can't wait to see what I get when I start carding and spinning.

First, of course, I have to patiently wait for the drying...

I may be spending too much time with my Kindle...

I was reading a library book this morning - Neil Gaiman's Fragile Things - and reached a stopping place.
I automatically reached for the bottom of the book to turn it off...

How quickly they forget...

Or at least I do.
I forgot my own blogiversary.  Jan 12 marked 4 years of happy blithering, and I missed it by a week.

I didn't even get any cake...

Oh! Oh Oh! Oh Oh Oh!