The Fairy GodKnitter

Well, this could be a problem

I have been busy - busy.  We've had weather - snow a few days ago, followed by rain, followed by crazy garbage blowing winds - all of which have come with gray skies.

I am working on more than one project, have been trying to get up to speed on my new drum carder* and to cope/retreat, I have been spinning.

But:

There is no fixing that driveband and there is not enough driveband string on the spool on the shelf** to cut a new one. 

I doubt that any place on the island, that is open past 5, sells what I need.  I will have to wait until tomorrow when I stop by the bank with some paperwork they called to about***.

I could try crochet cotton or something, but that never works for me.  Sigh.

Anyways, the fiber is Merino/Tencel that I'm thinking about adding to the shop eventually.  It spins fast, maybe so fast that it destroyed that driveband.

Maybe I should be knitting?

* A electric drum carder which meant adding another outlet to the fiber studio, plus more lighting and another awkward conversation where I ask Jim what I owe him, he shrugs his shoulders and I have to slap a stack of cash on the counter.

** I went through an entire spool of it when I sold my Matchless**** a few months ago and then asked Jim to pick me up another spool from the H. Depot and he bought the wrong stuff.

*** I could hear the bank lady wondering what the heck a cupcake with extra fiber tasted like.

**** I got the call last week that the new Matchless is shipping soon!

Commence yelling "Pom-Pom!!!" now*

One of the nicest things about sending Connor off to school is that his new friends become an extended family for him and sometimes us. 

Back in September, we shared a lively lunch with a boy young man guy who lives down the hall from C.  This friend,, who goes by the nickname of Lucky, is always referred, to by anyone who knows him, as "amazing". 

He is smart, funny, joyful, kind and compassionate.  He can dance as if there are springs on his feet, he looks you in the eye and listens before saying things that are comforting and enlightening.  He is as much like a 18 year old as he is like a very wise 81 year old.

And he can't weigh much more than 95 pounds. 

This means that he is near frozen in Elmira, or if he is not, he is wearing 95 pounds of clothing. 

And we can't have that.

So he can have some cashmere:

It's knit from that bulky 14 ply cashmere that I dyed ages ago and did not know what to do with - it was clearly waiting for me to meet Lucky.  He had wanted something in the purple of their school colors, and I thought of overdyeing, but this blue is so vibrant and Lucky is a real force of nature.

The 7' long scarf is from the Aran Scarf pattern found here (I added the bobbles).  The hat is a modification of Happy Trails, with some of the scarfs cables/bobbles for interest.  The pom-pom is slightly wonky, but I think it works:

I sent it off today and now I have a list of fabulous girls that need hats/scarves too.

 

* Don't ask, just wait for the shouting in the comments

She who controls the weather

I am not she.

Even if Cookie seems to think that I can start and stop the rain.

What I can do, is be prepared for whichever way the wind might blow. 

We were ankle deep in snow for a few days, then had a thaw, followed by rain and then yesterday, a windstorm that had gusts of 65 mph.

Living here, and knowing that winter can be harsh, means not leaving your crap lying about.

But those awful neighbors of mine (who have not had any offers on their up for sale house) must not know this.

I spent last night listening to all sorts of odd noises in the wind, and today:

And all day long, nothing has been picked up or pulled out of the water.

Anyways, it's going to be very cold tonight and even colder in Elmira where I owe a friend of Connor's a warm hat.  The hat is drying/blocking and it's companion scarf is done - photos tomorrow, I just thought you would enjoy a little CB update.