My life. Today.
Made balls. Not Schweaty Balls™. Fuzzy beast balls.
Each of these is one ounce of merino. When at a loss at the drum carder, and one has to hand over said drum carder tomorrow to its co-owner, one can always fall back on old Roy G. Biv.
This is a local girl that I am channelling to the Knit Side. She, and her siblings, are such great, seemingly well-adjusted, kids. What a treat here in SubNormaLand! She has learned how to cast on and the knit stitch. I loaned her a drop spindle, with fiber, yesterday. Heh heh heh.
These are the current captives: Frankie, Saber, and Sid.