I am so cute it is painful. You want to pet me, but you cannot. I am like the Mango.
You, on the other hand are a freak. Stop taking pictures of me. I am no longer amused.
Seriously. You’re starting to scare me.
It only took six months, but I finally plucked up the courage to spin Sugar Ray’s wool. I started with the drop spindle and then wound it onto a bobbin and went at it for a little while last night. Because I am lazy, I’m picking through the bag of Sugar Ray’s wool and drafting as I spin. The resultant yarn is a little slubby in some place and a little fuzzy in others, but it’s angora. I do believe angora tends to be fuzzy anyway. I don’t care much for the slubs, so I’m trying to be a little better about that.
This picture does it no justice, but apparently I continuously think that I am immune to poor lighting. It is soft, it is beautiful and it is almost tweedy looking with the white and grey. I love Sugar Ray.
Sugar Ray, on the other hand, disapproves of me and the haircut I gave his head last night.
In his defense, he looks a lot like Beetlejuice after his head got shrunken but his body stayed the same.
Sugarraysugarraysugarray!
You should totally make a felted rabbit toy with that yarn.
What are you going to knit with Sugar Ray….I mean…with Sugar Ray’s yarn you have spun?
Poor Sugar Ray – he needs a complete cut so he won’t look like beetlejuice! Maybe you need to change his name