Sigh. I need a snow day.
Mind you, we have had a couple days where we’ve been sent home early. But it has never been a complete snow day where you wake up, have no place to go and so you get to spend the time playing with your toys…Nah, none of that. It’s more like, you get up early, still take the kids to school, still go to work, still have to leave back out in the cold to pick them back up, and this time fight snow traffic back home to get them some eats set out and get everything cleaned up in time before you have to do the morning routine all over again. No fun.
And the temperatures have been a bit below my tolerance point. Could be I’m more sensitive to it because my car is set up to tell me the temp outside-and it has the nerve to flash and notify me ever so annoyingly when the temp is severely low (not sure why it doesn’t know that I know that).
So, I think I need a snow day. More than that. I deserve a snow day.
At any rate, maybe the snow is waiting for me to finish some mittens for Girl Child. I’m using two handspun yarns. One third of a 3-ply came from the Moosie I’ve been carrying and the spindle in the lead photo which I actually had to re-wind on to get enough singles on the spindle to get up to the amount that was on the Moosie.
See how you get more shaft to use here? Cop shape really does matter.
The last third of the 3-ply came from the old spin on the Joy that has been languishing for months now.
I spun more on there just to be sure I had enough to complete the 3-ply and to make a little extra chai ply for an additional color.
I just found out Girl Child’s favorite color is purple. It’s amazing what an autistic will tell you if you just ask. Here I’ve been smothering her in pink since the womb. But, I give her a choice and she goes for the purple every single time. So, I’ve decided to be good this time. I’m only going to add a touch of pink. 😉
Honestly, of all the colors, purple is my least favorite-and I love color. But, that skein doesn’t look half bad, if I do say so myself. 🙂
Now, let’s see if my needles can do a snow dance for me, shall we?