My Saturday night at work was quite a long one. Of course, you say, what else is new? And I must concede that you are quite correct; I do often blog about the long nights, don't I? This time it was a coworker dealing with a personal emergency who definitely didn't need to be trying to work. So I stayed on until reinforcements could be called in, which meant I ended up with enough to keep me working until 1PM. Afterwards, I collapsed in the overnight room there at the clinic and slept for 5 hours, because even though heavily-caffeinated, I was in no condition to be on the roads.
Once home, I turned the jug of leftover milk from Greg's visit into paneer, which shall be cooked up in the next few days, and David and I had dinner together and twisted up skeins of yarn while watching a video. For those who are going to Rhinebeck, he's had 6 years' worth of his best fleeces spun up into a multi-color, undyed, marled worsted weight yarn and we've reskeined it into approximately 90g skeins for sale.
Also, I've decided to take along my Ashford Traveller wheel to sell, as it doesn't get enough use and needs a home where it can be properly loved. It's a double treadle, and I'd be willing to let it go for $275. I figure the money can go towards my wedding kilt, which I'll have professionally made.
Speaking of Kilts...
... I did manage to get part of the lining sewn in the Rhinebeck kilt last night, before things got really busy. I need to get a move on to finish it up in time, though, because there aren't all that many nights before we leave and a lot of other things to do in the meantime.
Jean commented, "I was worried about your reduction in the amount of fabric -- it's that sense of power-in-reserve, I feared, which makes the kilt-beholder go all trembly. So -- a picture is needed." Fair enough, and pictures are certainly intended - when time and the state of doneness permit. In the meantime and on the matter of yardage, I would direct you here. Trust me, this thing has considerable heft (and warmth) to it yet. I thought, though, that it was the sight of manly knees and calves that made the beholder go all trembly. And, you know, "the question".
Along those lines Joe commented, "As for the boxers, couldn't you at least go with a jock strap?"
I told you I know what kind of people you are.