I have often thought my prodigious fiber activities could be in direct response to the copious amounts of tools we have kicking around here. If fiber is my legacy, tools certainly are Gene's. We have saws and drills and all sorts of things that look like they could be used to torture cats.Only joking, we save all nifty torture devices for the dogs!
But there is one tool in his arsenal that we fight over. I won the good hammer battle BTW, it now sits in my little tool section in the studio, but this tool has both of us at odds. At any time of the day or night, I will hear, "Okay, where did you put it?" Closely followed by some sort of ear burning curse to keep my paws off his cheese. I then usually point out he has a lot of cheese, certainly he can find other cheese to do what this cheese does. He's getting smart though, yesterday mornings comeback asked if I would use linen when I wanted wool, after all they are all CHEESE! So, Mr. Smarty Pants finally did something about the division of tool cheese. He bought me my own.
Other than a hammer and a nail, this is the most useful tool in the house. You gotta love a man that brings you home stuff like this.
The sweater is just about done. The sleeves are all sewn to the shoulders and awaiting me to sew up the sides and sleeve seams.
Then pick up and knit the neck ribbing,weave in ends, wash, block, dry, pictures and then off to Massachusetts. I spent part of my afternoon scanning the hoards of toy patterns. So many fun ones to choose from.
Carolyn has been reduced to the sum of her parts. Finding boxes for some of the odd lengths and sizes is proving challenging. I'll tell you one thing, when the new spinning wheel and loom come, I am saving their boxes. It just makes life easier all around.
The pillowcase warp goes slowly, but then again, what's the rush?
There was a bit of weaving on the blanket but most of the fiber time was spent on the sweater.
On farm news, the horses not only are muddy but shedding. They look very unappealing right now. I can't find my shedding blade so this Friday another will be picked up. Everyone is stomping around, full of high energy and all of them need some quality time on the lunge line and a little pre conditioning for the riding mounts. Hay this year was good and they are all a little fat. Spring brings along with warmth and sunshine, an assortment of wormers, the clippers will come out soon and hoof nippers, the annual farm vet visit and some serious barn clean-up. Gene and I have a date to take Cooper and Dandy for a long walk down the BLM road. Not riding, just good fun walking the big dogs kind of stroll thing. Let them rubber neck at the trees that might have fallen and get any jump and jiggle out while in hand and so we can all go investigate if need be. We'll split up on one of the trails to get a sense of how buddy sour they may have become, see if we can find some delicate shoots just waiting for a quick graze and marvel that we have had these two fellows for so many years and what truly good kind horses they are.