So after realizing that I was sitting on my couch covered with a blanket and wearing a fleece cape plus wool wristwarmers and still freezing, I fled upstairs. Which is--according to the thermometer--only two degrees warmer than downstairs, but it sure feels like a lot more than that. Now, at least, I can sit in bed and write for a while before I go back downstairs to let Mabel out and head off to sleep.
Tomorrow's the frigid auction. I'm going to wear my warmest sweater, among other things. Gathering what I plan to wear has become kind of a step-by-step thing, it seems.
I did end up making a bag today, but I'm not happy with how it turned out. It's okay; it's usable, at least, but I effectively used three skeins of yarn and don't have much to show for it. I'll have to think about my idea a bit more, it seems. Maybe my thought about constructing the bags (actually sewing them from felted pieces of handwoven fabric) would work better. We'll see.
Unfortunately, I didn't get much of anything else done today, other than to listen to NPR all day long, which was fun, but not conductive to cleaning. Oh well.
Tomorrow's the frigid auction. I'm going to wear my warmest sweater, among other things. Gathering what I plan to wear has become kind of a step-by-step thing, it seems.
I did end up making a bag today, but I'm not happy with how it turned out. It's okay; it's usable, at least, but I effectively used three skeins of yarn and don't have much to show for it. I'll have to think about my idea a bit more, it seems. Maybe my thought about constructing the bags (actually sewing them from felted pieces of handwoven fabric) would work better. We'll see.
Unfortunately, I didn't get much of anything else done today, other than to listen to NPR all day long, which was fun, but not conductive to cleaning. Oh well.
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