One Without Holes

But not, of course, without lumpy places. This is still my first handspun. The brown yarn is coming along, and the pieces for my Traveller came. I now have an installed drive band, but I need to do something to adjust it. The take-up isn't working correctly, and it's suddenly hard to treadle. Thank goodness class is tomorrow. I can get some expert help. Turns out that through the miracle of ribbing and stockinette, this hat fits me and all the children.


That innocent little face? Last night, Thing 1 stumbled over him and his sister on her way to put the chickens away at 9:15 or so. The chickens had already been put away, thanks to my two middle children, who had climbed out their window with a blanket, two pillows, and handfuls of library books to sleep on the lawn. They had also gathered an impressive array of weaponry, in case raccoons showed up: a couple of pitchforks, some hand sized weights, a trowel or two. . .

They hadn't counted on us carrying them in asleep before the automatic watering system kicked in.

Sigh.