Since I got a picture of the hand cards up, I figured I would also share my other woolly birthday present with y’all. This was from my mum.
1060 yards of worsted weight cream wool, from Scotland. This is an old wool, and I have no idea how my mum got ahold of it — according to the receipt she sent along, in the late September of 1990 someone in Kilmahog, Perthshire spent 14 pounds sterling and 95 pence for 5 units of wool, which is now wound into 4 large skeins. There was also a partial cone of wool, which I wound into a smaller skein. Since the original purchase was made from Trossach Woollens, which is a weaving mill, I suspect the original yarn may have been weaving wool, purchased on cones. It is certainly a denser and more tightly spun wool then the worsted weights I am used, which would be expected of a weaving wool.
These days Trossachs Woolens is knows as Trossachs Woollen Mill – they look like a neat destination for the travelling yarnie.
I also got non-woolly birthday presents – a wall board saw, and sheet of wallboard to go along with it. There’s a rather venerable hole in a wall that I’ve got my sights on now. *insert evil grin here*
The complexity of knitting is a marvelous metaphor for writing! Kudos to you for combining them!
You have a book inside you. I want to help you set it free!