Bunnies

Shopping for fabric at The Family Thrift Store in Corpus Christi yesterday…

I was digging through the piles of odd stuff.  Black glitter felt.  Baby zoo animal flannel.  Orange polyester.  Eight yards of green mosquito net.  Four quilt tops.  A hundred baby blankets. 

Partner hands me a bag.  It’s a bunch of little balls of white yarn.  Each ball in a little plastic bag, all the bags in a bigger bag.  No tags evident.  The bag is stapled shut, and yes, I know, people open and/or poke holes in those bags all the time, but I don’t like to do that.  It seems tacky.  The price on the bag is $2.92US.  Some of the white yarn is discolored in places.  I think I’d have to wash it.  I almost put it back, but in an impulse I take it.  Along with the four yards of red tulle, the green mosquito net, and several different bags of jammie flannel.  

When I bust open the bag of yarn at home, I find that every wee ball is tagged.  ACA Supreme 100% Pure Angora, Made in France.  Huh.  I say.  Thinking this is pretty rich.  

Twenty-seven, ten gram (or 1/3 ounce) balls of white Angora that is so fluffy and soft.  So incredibly soft.  At some point in the life of this yarn, it was marked at $1/ball.  So my $2.92 was a steal.  Only it was even more of a steal than I initially thought because I see ten gram balls of angora yarn on the internet priced at anywhere from five to seven dollars.  Per.  Ball.

I bought $150 worth of yarn for three bucks.  Knock me over with a feather.  

Whuddya think I should make with it?

About 800 yards of worsted weight angora.  Not enough for a sweater, I don’t think.  

Hat?  Scarf?  Pidge?  Fuzzy bunny from Knitty Gritty?

The Christmas Post

I hope everyone has had some good cheer in the past few weeks, or that good cheer will be coming your way in the next few.  

We had a lovely Christmas, though the general level of enthusiasm (and consumption of spirits) was dampened by an uninvited guest.  RSV, for those who don’t know, is a nasty little bugger, and I would highly recommend that you avoid it if at all possible.  

There were many lovely presents all around, and, thanks to my father’s shredding machine and his mad packing skills, there was snow.  Paper snow.  In the living room.  Despite our best efforts at snow removal, it can still be found drifting and swirling in the corners and under the furniture.  The snow is likely to persist until June at least.  

The invited guests have all returned home.  Two of them absconded with all of our children, leaving Partner and I in our snowy house with our stuffy heads and more food than should be legally possible for two people to consume in a month.  For the next week we will try to figure out what to do with our temporarily-childless selves.  

No, don’t worry.  We’ll find something to do I’m sure.  At the very least, we will work up some masquerade costumes and some pastries for the New Year’s Eve party we’re attending next Wednesday.  Our first grown-up New Year’s Eve party for nearly ten years.  I’m dizzy with excitement.  Or perhaps that’s the cold medicine.  Either way it’s a strangely nice feeling.  

A photo of me from Sonar X4’s birthday just to show that I’m not yet as round as my matryoshka representation.  And yes, those are candles, Christmas lights, and a snow globe in the fireplace behind me.  I’m not sure why we have a fireplace because, trust me, you don’t want to light an actual wood-burning fire in the fireplace here, even on Christmas.  Not even for the atmosphere.  Which reminds me of a tiny rant about people here who want a fire in the fireplace so bad that they run their air conditioners to offset the heat produced.  But I’ll spare you that little bit of vitriol in honor of Christmas, and also in honor of not being rude to those of you who live someplace where a fire in the fireplace would not only be a lovely cozy thing but also a necessarily heat-producing thing.  

Now, I’m off to begin fulfilling my agenda, which begins with an important item:  hibernate until virus leaves.  

The Christmas Eve Post

I have some cool friends.  I mean, how many people would immortalize my family in Matryoshka???  Right down to actual clothing that we wear, and though you cannot see it in this particular picture, my silver nose ring.  Super.

Thank you so much, Kippy.    

The December 23rd Post

I know.  Too many posts on one day.  Why not just make one big post and be done with it.  Because it’s my blog and I’ll do it how I want to.  Besides, I’ve been sick in a house full of people for days and I’m feeling just a little silly and gratuitous in the sudden quiet.  

And because a serious face would be neither possible nor desirable:

The December 22nd Post

A gratuitous post to make up for some of the unbalanced visual evidence of Sonar growth and loveliness. 

Eight (and a half).  I could just eat him for breakfast.