Rain all day. Porcini risotto for lunch. Spinning while watching the Tour de France for three hours in the afternoon. Finding that of the 150 grams of alpaca there were 95 on the bobbin and 75 still left, a bit of a puzzle. Reminder: weigh fiber before spinning next time. Dancing to “Whiter Shade of Pale” with my son while my husband practices the bass part. Ironing my son’s Taekwondo uniform for tomorrow.
Archives for July 2010
Yet another project
On Sunday while waiting for the train I was struck by the thought that I really need to make myself a Vine Yoke Cardigan out of handspun. I got obsessed with the idea and spent all of Monday researching fiber. I wanted something that was a natural chocolate brown. Not too short-stapled so that it wears well, not too robust so that it’s soft enough.
Today I got the box in the mail. This ball of fiber is huge, it’s 1 kilo (not quite 2 pounds). I also bought the pattern. I’m looking forward to this like crazy but I guess going by my usual rate I’ll probably finish this in August. Next year.
Dirty dishes
This is what you get if you leave me on my own for the day. I took this picture in the evening after work, and that’s my blue tea mug there from breakfast, my stein from the night before and every pot that was used throughout the day. My poor husband.
After taking the picture, though, I cleaned it all up. I do do housework eventually but it might result in a dirty kitchen for most of the day. I’m still working on getting better at this.
My inability to cope with housework over the past two days was also due to the fact that I’m stuck at two creative projects I’m working on. Oops, make that three. I started to blast through one of the blocks though.
A taste of Brazil
A quick feijoada, caipirinha again – this time with real lime – my husband might be a little obsessed at the moment. Maybe it’s due to the weather.
A lovely trade
Sunday on the go
Going to a spinning meeting at Starnberger See in the afternoon to eating falafel, attending a WeBe3-concert and meeting friends in M.unich. Wore my First Spring-scarf for the first time ever.