Utterly Without Shame
So I’ve gone and done it. Once before I succumbed to the biggest knitting blog cliche out there and showed you my cat. Apparently doing it once broke some sort of internal restraint, because here I am doing it again.
It seems all my kitten-based indiscretions are related to spinning. The last time I mentioned them, it was in a post where I declared that my affair with spinning was at an end. Two weeks later, I found out I was going to the silk retreat in Port Ludlow which features spinning. A deep and abiding fear of being the worst in the class prompted me to get back to work. I got nicer spindles and am actually rather enjoying it now that I have better tools.
So, apparently, are the hellcats. That’s Barry going to town while Levon looks on awaiting his turn. Helpful wee creatures those two.
Mine love when I wind singles off the bobbin onto a niddy-noddy and let the bobbin flail around ridiculously on the floor. Kittehs! Love them even when they’re full of evil.