Ply Time

 Plying is finally underway on the two wheels I had full bobbins on.

It didn't take long to finish the leftovers from the Olympic fiber.

Now I've got a cute little mini skein to pet.

 I really need to finish up the last of that Shetland that I have been spinning for THREE YEARS. It was definitely the fleece that kept on giving but I don't think I can stand to work with it for yet another TdF.

A Day Late...

 I didn't quite make my deadline for the St. Patrick's Day mini quilt. Yesterday I finally found time to quilt it.  I tried a continuous curve pattern. It was fun but turned out wonky. You really need your blocks to line up to make this work.

  The quilting looked better on the back than it did on the front.

Ta dah....better late than never. I can't say I love it exactly. That pieced border is just awful. I carefully packed away all the scraps because there just might be a paper pieced redo-next year.

Stuffed

 I spent yesterday slaving over a hot stove preparing the St Patrick's Day feast.

That's a giant soda bread. I have no idea why I made such a big one this year. I usually make small ones now that it's just the two of us.

I sent The Mister to the store for potatoes and he came back with cupcakes.

It was a cold day. So cold The Mister built a fire in the afternoon. He never does that.

It was cold and damp outside but the kitchen was blazing. What I was looking forward to the most was my ice cold Killians. It did not disappoint.

 After all that food all I could do for the rest of the night was waddle down to the craft room and work on cards.

Of course I had The Quiet Man playing in the background. Another St. Patty's Day is in the books but where the heck is spring? I need some green.

Corned Beef and Cabbage

 That's what my house is going to smell like today. I'll be getting up early to put The Mister's favorite St. Patrick's Day dinner in the crock pot and making soda bread later.

There will be imbibing. I should mention he's Irish on his father's side and likes his whiskey. I'll settle for the beer.

 But first we have to fix a naughty tile.

 There was one that just didn't look right and of course it was right in the middle of the floor.

 We hadn't leveled it properly and it was a bit higher than the others and you could see a shadow in the grout line that would have driven me crazy every time I walked in the bathroom. The Mister spent yesterday carefully chiseling the tile out and getting up the thinset, bless his heart.

 Thank goodness we had 5 tiles leftover. The new one should fit just fine now. We'll stick it down today and grout it Sunday and hope to heaven we are finally done with the tile. I had to buy an expensive little bucket of pre-mixed thinset just to set this one tile so I am really over the whole tile thing at the moment.

After all that hard labor, we treated ourselves to a pizza for St Patty's Day eve. As I write this Friday night I am really thinking about that beer and wondering if The Mister will notice if one is gone. We shall see....

More Half Dones

 Spiral Chicken is now in the rug hooking rotation again for spring. If it ever gets here. It wasn't half bad today but it's still too cold and windy. I want...need to get outside.

 My goal for this year's Sheep Virtues is to get the borders and the words done. I'm almost there. It should say Peace not Pea. I'll finish it tonight.

 I've finished the horrible do over on the loom and am ready to finally tie it on and start weaving.
I'm afraid. Very afraid. Send some weaving luck my way please, I need it.

 Two socks at the heel. I wish I could say these were the second socks but they aren't. They are both so pretty though I really don't mind. I could knit on them forever.

 I made peace with the mini quilt and added another border to straighten out that wonky border. I have it sandwiched and ready to quilt but I chickened out. I need to figure out what to do.

Block number 13 of Dear Jane is coming along very nicely, knock on wood.  I still need to sew on the outer layer of pieces that turn it into a square though. After number 12 I needed some good luck and weirdly 13 is it.

Almost Dones

 I've got a lot of half done things making me feel guilty at the moment. This bobbin needs to be plied but I don't feel like plying. I need to have my wits about me to do that but this wind and cold is making me a bit crazy.

 Ditto for the Olympic fiber leftovers. Ready to be plied but all I want to do is lay in bed and watch Netflix. Seen Seven Seconds yet? Wow....just wow.

I keep telling myself that I can visit the fiber shelf for a new project to spin if I get them done but it's not working.

 Same for the mini St Patty's quilt. Me and it had a serious issue so I am not speaking to it at the moment. It needs to be sandwiched and quilted but I can't stand to look at it right now. Who ever said Nine Patch was an easy block? It isn't. And don't get me started on that border. I can't tell you how many times I ripped this whole thing apart. Now I know why I paper piece these things. I stink at actual piecing.

 Anyway...I've got lots of soap to wrap. The first of four batches is ready this week. I love cleaning and wrapping soap-so I know at least I will get that done.

Home Improvement

We got the floor tile done last week. It took two days to work our way around the room so that we could get it down without stepping on the ones already down. It was sort of like playing Twister with tile.

 The walls are grouted. No drama there, thank goodness.

 Then we hit a rainy spell so we decided to replace the old fans with the fans I bought for the job-IN AUGUST. We do take our time around here.

 I also wanted to change out the wall switches in the kitchen/dining area. That day I just had to marvel at our ability to tear up almost every room in the house at the same time.

We grouted the bathroom floor yesterday after a trip into town on Sunday to return the grout I thought I wanted, for the grout I decided would be a better color. Painting is next but not until we get better weather. I don't paint unless I can open a window so it may be a while. Mother Nature is not cooperating. She's definitely giving me the cold shoulder.