March and April have been a grueling pair of months, worse even than January and February, so much so that lately I've been remembering with much wistfulness the comparative peace just before Christmas last year when I ended most days watching end-of-war episodes of Foyle's War on PBS and drafting out club roving from Twisted Fiber Art (colourway: Quirky.)
Over the weekend when I was tidying up some accumulated crafty refuse, I found my bag of spinning-in-progress and looked inside:
Then, putting something else away, I found two undrafted pieces and panicked: surely I tore the original skein into four, the better to ply two balls of it? I distinctly remember deciding to spin this with its stripes intact, and drafted accordingly.
Where was the fourth? I stopped cleaning.
Whew. It was in my Viola bag, the better to be carted around... I think I thought January was going to be a breeze after all the frenzy of gift knitting. (This piece was only partially drafted when I found it but, erm, I decided to put the cleaning on hold.)
I couldn't help noticing while finishing it off that it will match my green cardi perfectly. How, do you think, can I stretch this 100g of yarn out into a full scarf? With big needles and lace, I suppose, but h'mmmmm all the same. Maybe a better plan is fingerless gloves that stretch up my arm, covering the parts the two-short sleeves have missed?
Questions aside it was all very timely, finding the Quirky. Because look what I found during Friday's round of Helping Mum Pack:
8 episdoes, just over an hour and a half each. I think April might possibly finish a lot more bearably than it started, don't you?
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