I had eight hours off last night, got off at 11pm after a fourteen hour shift and I’m now back, at 7am for a twelve hour shift. I always forget that eight hours off doesn’t mean eight hours sleep. If you get off work and are asleep in bed in an hour, and get up one hour before you have to sit down at your terminal, you’re still only getting 6 hours. And who goes right to sleep like that? Not me, man. I’m thinking too many wild cashmere thoughts.
Like this, hanging in my bathroom:
That’s sin on a stick, baybee. It’s proving rather a pain in the ass to wind into balls. The swift and winder are ESSENTIAL, but it kind of sticks to itself on the swift, making the winding slow and tedious. It’ll be worth it, it’ll be worth it, it’ll be worth, I tell myself.
Of course, soon I’ll be spinning cashmere, I assume. My blog-friends are such freaking enablers. I love them, madly.
And one of them sent me a little treat not long ago, a glorious cone of some buttery yellow wool which I happily wound up into balls (I told someone the other day that I love winding so much that I’m about to wind the cat). Then I married it with a strand of the Paton’s Classic Wool in light natural that I used for the Must-Bolero and started working it into another Bucket-O-Chic (having given my blue one to Bethy–it looked way better on her).
I love the way this one turned out! BonneMarie ROCKS!
Now, for a full work day. I’m going to try to take it easy and hope the citizens are in happy, mellow moods. Yeah. Well, I’ll be in one, so that’s all that matters. Enjoy your day.
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