The finish line

Today I finally finished the sporadic, grueling marathon that was the Scarf of Miserable Yarn. I could have made it wider; it must be at least nine feet long. We were on the way to the airport when I bound off, and Brian wanted to put it around his neck. This often rude, rough, rowdy boy loves soft and pretty!

Tonight, with Rick off to San Francisco for a veterinary symposium, I wound the dark brown Shetland singles off into a center-pull ball - nearly 10 ounces (282g) of it! I've found I can get a lot on my little ballwinder if I wind under tension. I was going to start plying it right away, but got caught up taking pictures.

Here's the lovely purple yarn that Becky surprised me with (along with some dark purply brown yarn), all wound into center-pull balls and ready to knit. It's destined to become the coin lace & cables wrap, keeping my fingers and mind busy on our upcoming trip.

I noticed that the Scarf of Miserable Yarn looked very pretty with the lustrous purple cakes - AND with the big, dark brown cake. All together, kind of like "sugarplums." Hmmm, maybe I'll have visions of sugarplums dancing in my head tonight . . . if I ever go to bed and fall asleep!

That's it for now at . . .