A swift is a wonderful thing!
Well I managed to stay awake for work yesterday and I was pretty tired when I got home. But I had a most awesome parcel waiting for me. It was the swift that I had ordered last week! I carefully opened the box (ie. ripped it open like a lion tearing open its prey) and held it up in all its glory. Ahhhhh . . . it was beautiful . . . smooth, shiny wood just begging to hold a hank of yarn. I showed it to my fat kitty Roscoe because I was sure that he would appreciate this marvelous example of mechanical genius, but he kept running away. Do you think it may have had something to do with me opening and closing it as I came towards him? Nah . . . he was probably so awed by this spectacular contraption that he couldn’t bear the sight of it. My DH was equally impressed. “That’s nice dear,” he said. Humph!
Here it is, the best invention known to knitters next to the ball winder. (Kind of looks like an ancient torture device, doesn’t it?)
And here it is in action! Gracefully assisting in the making of a center pull ball of Lorna’s Laces Shepherd Sock Yarn. I just get all choked up when I see it. Please enjoy the picture while I pull myself together.
OK, I think I’ve got myself together now. I did a few rows on my Clapotis last night and dropped the next stitch. There really isn’t enough progress to warrant a picture so here is a gratuitous cat picture instead. My other kitty, Cosmo, was a little put out by the amount of appearances Roscoe has had on my blog. So I decided that I should at least post another picture of Cosmo. Here he is under our dining table in our sunroom, one of his favorite spots to sleep. Kind of looks miffed doesn’t he?
Well that’s it for today campers. Keep those needles clicking!
