Out like a lion. So we can count on icky weather for my birthday. Oh well, I was born in a blizzard. Spring arrived over the weekend. See the difference in the view off my breezeway. Such an attractive, grey, concrete campus no?
I did accomplish something other than homework and being sick over the weekend. My first pound of commissioned handspun, still damp from its bath. Pretty colors, no?
My in class knitting has also been sickbed knitting. I am down past the gusset on my Potamous sock. The yarn is lovely, and soft, but too loosely plyed. It splits and I fear that these socks won't be as cushy and sturdy as my artsy yarn socks.