I'm sorry I haven't been blogging as much as I'd like to, but it's been a busy few weeks.
I have been crafting a lot more now that I don't have quite so much work to do. I've spun up eight ounces over the last few weeks, and they're really nice. I'm also working on the MS4 (done clue one!), a sock and I've been spinning for some people.
So let me begin my story with my day today. It's been a good day. I got some work done this morning, managed to eat lunch and take a bath. I had a nap when Elodie napped, and I worked on my sock while she watched Dora. I thought, hey, it's nice out. Let's take the yarn and the sock to the park, I'll knit while she plays, and before we go home, I'll get some pictures for the blog. Great idea, right?
4 oz hand-dyed Merino that Robbie picked up in Vancouver while on a transportation summit.
4 ozs BFL, hand painted by Annie.
Elodie had great fun with the yarn shoot.
I even managed to get some good pictures of the sock I'm working on. It's my own design (!!!), that I will be publishing to the blog once it's done. Perhaps on Ravelry, too. I don't know.
I've been feeling the big cables lately, since they remind me so much of fall.
And then the Spider.
I was just packing our stuff up when I feel something hit my face. It felt like it was tugging to one side, so I turn my head in that direction, and ... you know on Charlotte's Web how the baby spiders release their silk parachutes and go flying off into the wilderness? This spider had a parachute. So said parachute hit me in the face, and when I turn around, here's Mr. Big Spider (a weird, white crab-looking one) all splayed out and blowing in the breeze behind me. So I freak out and quickly snap the little line that's attaching him to me.
I'm all shaky and ick, but disaster has been diverted (so I thought), so I'm starting to calm down. Then I hear this:
"Aw, hi, Charlotte!" Which is Elodie's name for spiders. All spiders. Even big, white crab-looking ones.
"Elodie, is there a Charlotte on my back?" (Doing some heavy mouth breathing)
"Elodie, can you take the Charlotte off my back?" (Doing very very heavy mouth breathing)
"Okay, mommy." Brushes my back. "All gone."
I turn around. "Thank you, Elodie." I see movement. Charlotte is not all gone. Charlotte is climbing down my pant leg.
So after a weird, interpretive dance thing and a few questions ("What you dancing for? You happy, mommy?"), Elodie and I manage to pack up our things and head home.
Quite eventful for my 100th post. Perhaps it was fate.