The evening knitting continues. I'm surprised at the thickness of some of this old yarn. I wonder if I could spin wool this fat again? My hands sometimes ache wrapping themselves around it and the big needles, but it knits up so fast. It seems there are pros and cons to most everything these days. Maybe that means life is balancing itself out?
This next one, it's a wild one . . . can't stop thinking it looks like clown barf.
