So, getting back to normal here at the Mean-Skuta Manse.  And for us, “normal” needs a prefix.

Somehow I accidentally agreed to be in a calendar (fully dressed, get your minds out of the gutter) some friends are putting together.  I’m normally pretty camera shy, having experienced both a shutterbug step-Dad and, well, stalking ( I don’t recommend the latter).  For a former drama-club kid, dancer, and singer with good stage presence, I’m pretty strange about being watched and/or photographed if I don’t feel totally in control of the situation.  But Anubh wants to make a calendar to display Richard’s work.  And I think I’m incapable of saying no to either of them, hence her hat and his hand-woven belt.  And Richard gave me the best helmet ever.  For free.  And I keep getting all of this Norse stuff, but haven’t worked up the complete, historically correct kit.  So, we’re heading to John the Ferrier’s for Imbolc, and I guess I’m going to swallow my crazy and make some lovely Viking clothes for myself so’s the helmet and the jewelery make visual sense.  Yikes.  Lots of sewing in my immediate future, followed by some cold-weather camping and then some people looking at me way too much when I’m just standing here would you stop with the clicking and the pointing and the ughhhhh.   Beer may be necessary.

And, sheesh, I cannot pick a project for the Knitting Olympics.  I hate seeing “undecided” there next to my name.  I’m trying to come up with something I can make from my stash, and that will be challenging enough but that I can work on while watching the Olympics.  I’d say lace, but the only lace-weight I have is tied up in the Kimono Shawl, and is driving me nuts.  So I could frog that and work with yarn I don’t like, or I can buy yarn I don’t need to make something I haven’t yet fallen in love with.  Or I can chuck the lace-weight idea entirely and make . . . Any suggestions?  Time to take a serious look through the yarn.

Those socks I made Scott are done, and fit well, but are a bit too scratchy right off the needles.  Here’s hoping they soften up in the wash.  And a pair of wool socks for my Mom is on the needles.  This is an experiment in fiber-sensitivities, so if they itch her, I get them back.  Cross your fingers for her–she needs to be able to wear more wool if she wants me to be able to make more goodies for her.  I’m using some lovely Wildfoote in Elderberry that Chris sent me a while back, and I love the texture of the yarn.

A handmade sling is winging its way out to California for the wool-footed boy.  I would have made it much sooner, but, well, we were a bit distracted.  I actually used the same batik I used to line my aunt’s purse from the same post.  I hope his folks like using the sling.

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