I’m not sure yet. There was maybe a little writing at work, on an essay I write every now and then on the subject of craft. It started because I was skimming a book called Art and Fear while shelving, which was kind of an interesting book until I got to the chapter on craft, at which point I think I growled and hid it at the bottom of a stack. It continues to be a useful essay for me to write, and one day it might grow up to be a little essay other people might want to read. Right now it tends towards “I am going to rant and rave and draw little arrows and circles and small words in all caps in an effort to understand why this is a problem for me and what the problem is exactly and how to fix it.”
I had Thursday off, which is both good – because the post office is open – and bad – because it means I don’t get a two day weekend and am therefore up far later than I ought to be given the need for things like breakfast before work. The positive side effect of Thursday off was having the house more or less to myself and getting my spinning wheel back to spinning yarn instead of mangling fiber. It’s great to have an antique tool, since getting it to work means taking it apart and putting it back together and taking it apart and putting it together, lather, rinse, repeat. This is what I keep telling myself, when I realize that I have failed to put something back on properly yet again so what I’m getting when I spin is fiber that drifts apart and doesn’t even think about maybe being yarn. I learned something key, though. The orifice is directional. This may or may not make sense. Trust me, though – the flyer goes on two ways, and one of them is a problem. I discovered this the hard way. Oh well. Oiling it properly did work wonders. Putting the flyer back on properly was helpful. Tying the legs back together was a bit of an improvement. I even managed to spin some actual yarn.
There was food on Thursday, which included something we thought was an interesting idea and worth trying. What we should have done is gotten more sleep, probably, but we had roasted garlic anyway, so what’s the harm? (My household is good at doing strange things to foodlike products.) In any case, I present to you : chocolate covered roasted garlic. It’s not as vile as it sounds. It’s not as good as it ought to be, yet, but I think that’s because the chocolate was not quite the right kind of dark. It needs to be less bitter, to cut the garlic properly.
It’s cold, so all I’m doing otherwise is knitting socks and complaining about how I’m wearing so many shirts I can’t move my arms. Man, spring is going to be great this year.
