2022

I will go out on a limb with my prediction here: 2022 will have both good things and bad things happen.

Below, my Wintery Colored Fair Isle Hat very much in the (over-) planning stages. Only the one color dyed so far. On the fence about whether to squeeze out another color this afternoon. Dyeing is quick, but the cleanup is a pain.

Yarny Yarn

I got enough of this to allegedly make a sweater. It’s 42% “Superkid” Mohair, 40% Nylon, 18% Merino Wool “Extrafine”.

“Superkid” may or may not mean what we in the biz call “first clip.”

Or it may mean a kid like my baby Ramona, who is so super!

Two!

Two!

That one on the right is the one I hated when I started spinning it. But I’m glad I didn’t trash it. It’s not THAT bad. I’ll stay away from that gray in the future though.

Topic change. I always get embarrassed when someone asks me what I’m reading. I feel like I’m expected to name something they’d recognize. Instead of the truth. Which is basically always, “Some weird shit that interests me.”

& I get embarrassed when someone asks if we have cable or Netflix or what-have-you, and I have to say, “I don’t watch TV.” I don’t like that phrase. I always hear it in a snooty voice. But I don’t mean it that way. I used to watch TV. But lately it just doesn’t fit into my life.