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.
And Bunnies!
These are the current captives: Frankie, Saber, and Sid.
3 comments:
They are beautiful --- both the balls and the bunnies. Good thing I don't live closer or I might just have to save those buns from you.
Well done -- it's important to suck them over to the Knit Side young... :)
The roving's just lovely.. colors colors. Rainbows just cheer me up, even when I am feeling mucky, as tonight. I'm thrilled that you are passing on knit and spin addiction to the next generation — GO YOU!
And the bunnies, the bunnies. So cute and fuzzy.
Ok, I feel a bit better now.
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