It's been chilly. I had to dig out a pair of socks this morning and my feet can't be happier.
Last week I washed my hats and this week I am working my way through my sweaters and shawls.
I got a huge surprise when I washed this too big cotton sweater and threw it in the dryer out of laziness. It shrunk enough to finally fit. It's only about 15 years old and I had never really worn it because it was ginormous. Now it's like I have a new sweater. Cool.
I also got another surprise when I washed my really old Swallowtail. I never really liked it but I think it was because I had not blocked it right. I had been too afraid in my early lace days to really open it up because it was made of handspun that I was sure would break. It spent an afternoon out in the little bit of sunshine I have left in the yard. This is a dreary time of year here in the woods.
Now it's quite spectacular. Look at that. I can actually see those nupps.
I also washed my 2012 Holden that I wore last year to the Shenandoah Valley Fiber Fest. Hopefully, I'll be going again this year which means I will be frolicking among fiber and fiber bearing critters this comingSunday. Fingers crossed. My track record for going anywhere or doing anything I want to do has been pitiful for the past six months or so. I won't mention any names but there's an old man that better keep his blankety blank arse in his wheelchair between now and then if he knows what's good for him-and I'm not kidding.