Congrats to all the finishers in the Knitting Olympics. You are all medalists in my book. The outside world, although it does show it's existence on the box that is television, has little effect on the productive climate of Sleeve Island. Sitting in a remote corner of an unknown world in our imaginations, it remains far, far away from outside influence. The knitting continues. I can't blame my sluggishness on the warm temps, it is freezing out there. It is just the nature of the island. I've taken to whipping up strong lattes before sitting down. No use, perhaps some knitting calisthenics?
The temps are keeping Sammy in more than usual. He's been bringing me his rope to throw. We call it Go Get It, a cat version of fetch. I throw the rope, he races after it, skidding and rumpling up any rugs he can in the process, then he grabs whatever he can of the rope and runs back to me, placing it back at my feet. Occasionally he'll try to draw C into the game, a rope fetch triangle. His game, we play by his rules. He looks pretty serious about this, doesn't he? Such a sweetie.
Saturday was the monthly spin-in at RI Handspun. For those of you who have spun with me in the past several months, you'll recognize this. It's on the Joy. That means I've only spun it when I've been out and about. After filling a few bobbins, I decided to spend my time Saturday plying some up. So far, I have about 400 yards of the bubble gum, Barbie pink, sparkly, alpaca, silk, angelina blend. Very yummy, VERY pink, very not me. I know that it has to be the sparkle that has grabbed my inner magpie. What else? After weighing it on the OHaus, I figure I'll end up with nearly 800 yds, about 100 yds. per ounce. After trying several shots of this, I've decided that sparkle is directly related to movement. Focus vs. sparkle. Use your imagination.