Fog, fiber and falling for a sweater

No sunrise visible this morning; we were socked in. No matter; I love the way fog cloaks the familiar and makes it beautifully mysterious.Jackson and I pass this artfully painted shed every time we go jogging, but this morning in the fog, Jackson apparently saw the moose for the first time and perceived it as a threat. He's much more suspicious about new things and new people than other dogs I've had; he's definitely a "watch dog."

I finished the Pitt Island roving on Sunday (yes, the same day I started it -- woo hoo!) and selected the baggy of organic white Icelandic lamb roving to spin next. It's already half spun!

Yesterday I stopped at Fred Meyer, which is, for those of you not familiar with this Northwest chain, like a Super Wal-Mart -- nearly everything under one roof. As I walked by the clearance clothing racks to get to the groceries, I saw a sweater with sheep on it. Of course I had to stop and look at it, but it was a size small. Oh well, I am on a self-imposed sweater-buying ban, because I can - and want to - knit some for myself. But it was really nice! I looked on the other racks to find a larger one, but no, that was the only one. I succumbed; into the shopping cart it went. I figured I could return it if it didn't fit (I had just worked with horses and was too dirty to try it on then.) But to my delight, it fits perfectly!

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