Ok. I'm not really having an affair, I'm just very in love with Mr Ashford Swifty and can't imagine what the hell I did without one of these in my life. Suddenly the afternoons spent de-tangling wool from around the back of a chair as I wound onto the ball winder seem slightly ludicrous,
and just a tad naff.
It's bordering on a piece of art, really, I am sure.
Some serious blogging stuff now: 2 thankyou's.
First to Nicole for these -
Handmade soap and bath milk, which after what we've been doing this week will be soooooo welcome I cannot tell you. There's also a monkey sock kit included, but I'll reveal that when it's been done.
And secondly, to Jenanne who graciously RAOK'ed me with her own handspun yarn and candy in the most pretty pink daiquiri concoction of a colour. I look at it, and marvel how we can take something off the back of a sheep, and end up with something like this.
Go check out her other spinning pieces, because she has an amazing sense of colour and texture.
Meanwhile I have let Linework lapse. Not because I haven't been creating, painting or drawing, but because the scale has drammatically increased over the last week. We finally started work on the front garden, and spent the weekend digging up all the garden bed, and sifting through old builders rubble to find something which resembles dirt. Notice I didn't say soil, because that would be lying about what is in our front garden. By the end of this week, it will be soil, so help me god. And then we got extremely overexcited (or I did, and the Husband stood next to me with that look that says, well, ok, if you're sure that's what you want to do right this very minute) and started painting the front of the house. Tonight we finished the second, and final coat. a damn fine job. And what's more, I am sure the colour will piss the neighbours off no end.