edit to add: Bird and Little Bird has just been nominated for an award in The Homies, over at Apartment Therapy. Would you pretty please visit and cast your vote for my little blog? I don't expect to even make it to the next round, but would love to get just a bit more attention for the projects that I do here (especially Alphabet Glue). Oh! And Ginny from Small Things is nominated as well. You can vote for more than one blog, so give her a thumbs up too if you can. Thanks, all!
Before I launch into my planned mini-tirade about tangled yarn and excessive pet love, can I say a quick thank you to everyone for your lovely reception of the newest issue of Alphabet Glue? I cannot even tell you all how much I appreciate all the kind words about this newest installment. Really.
In knitting news, I have made some good progress on the yoke of the Tea Leaves cardigan. That being said, there is something we need to talk about, and it is this: Madelinetosh is the nicest, most lovely, fluffiest yarn I've ever knit with, but it tangles like nobody's business when you try to wind it into a ball.
I almost have no words for the madness that ensues when I put the skein onto my swift and attempt to tame it into a knittable sphere. This latest skein took me hours to wind into a ball, and the whole time I was trying to figure out what I had done to make such an incredible mess of the whole situation. But then! But then, I put it out there on Twitter, and it turns out that the tangled Madelinetosh is A Thing. All these other folks chimed in saying that it had happened to them too, and they thought that they had done something to make it happen as well. So, I consulted The Google. And guess what? It really is a thing. And apparently knitters the world over already knew about it. But not me. No.
But when yarn is this nice, I suppose that you take a deep breath, and do some kind of curse-free mindfulness practice while you just sort it out.
And then, there is this guy. He has shown, almost from the beginning, a reasonable fondness for things like pets. I'm pretty sure that the dawning of a new day of Cat Love is his purpose for getting out of bed in the morning. But lately, the animal enthusiasm has reached new heights and is becoming almost problematic. Like yesterday, when we stopped to get some pet food at a local farm and yard store that happens to have a resident cat. Baby Z loved the cat, as he apparently does all cats. But he loved it so much that we had to have an epic meltdown about not being able to just climb all over said cat and snuggle it and pet it and nuzzle it indefinitely. This morning, on the way home from the farm, there was crying about not being able to touch the goats.
Believe me, I am all for enthusiasm about whatever you feel like getting enthusiastic about, but leave it to one of my kids to take it to a whole new level.
Yarning along with Ginny today.
p.s. There are still a couple of days left for the book bundle giveaway. You can enter it here.
