Well. That's it. My summer of sports lounging is officially over. With the closing ceremonies I am forced back into the real world and where is the fun in that. I did finish plying my Olympic themed fiber. It's about 3 ounces.
I did have a little thwacking incident. I usually tie off my skeins on all four legs of the niddy noddy but I didn't out of sheer laziness and only tied two. One broke and I had a tangled mess to deal with.
After I got it into a ball I wound it on the winder to make a cake because cakes travel better. I did a provisional cast on so I could turn it into a lined hat.
I spun it for mitts but it said it wanted to be a hat and you know how that is. Always listen to the yarn. It knows. I need a hat more.
And....I do believe today is this little guy's 42nd birthday. I could be wrong. I've lost track of how old my kids are these days most likely as a self preservation tactic. This is how I like to remember them. I also remember a very scary 10 days in the hospital when he had a case of pneumonia from nothing more than a bad cold gone wrong. When I see those pediatric Covid numbers rising this is what I think of. Been there, done that. You don't want it. Keep your babies safe.