The mad knitting spree has slowed down (there's a scarf and vest that just need to be washed and blocked). There will, of course, always be knitting on hand because I'm not capable of riding in a car, watching TV, or doing anything that requires waiting around unless I have some knitting. But the projects at the moment are down to a scarf and a pair of socks.
I also saw a cool owl "display box" at the Ren faire last month. We have a table perch that can go with us when we take the birds to events, but it's large and very heavy. It also leaves the bird out in the open. This box is enclosed and makes them feel more secure. And it's just heavy enough not to tip over.
I've been compulsively dyeing fiber for spinning (and spinning it). I found a "break the rules" technique which is just too much fun. Normally when you dye you're supposed to do everything you can to make the color come out evenly. I'm doing the opposite--encouraging the dyes to separate out. It spins up to the most beautiful heathered yarns (and yes, I've been spinning them--I'll figure out what to do with the yarn later).
I also dyed some yarn in this most amazing tangle--but there be method in my madness. After untangling, it's knitting into striped socks (that are striping all by themselves with no help from me.
I was asked to teach a felt-making class for an upcoming textiles and fiber festival next month. This caused a bit of angst on my part--I often complain that Tallahassee never has that sort of thing, and therefore if someone is putting one on I feel compelled to help. But the woman organizing it is someone who makes me crazy (and hopefully doesn't read this). Noblesse oblige won out, and I agreed. I wanted to make sure I had some wool that would make decent felt (not all of it does) and then I got involved in making all manners of samples and spent two days massaging wool into felt. Then I got an email from Crazy Lady saying that someone else would do the class (I get the impression that I was Plan B in case the other person didn't come through). Oh well--I had fun and now I have a bunch of samples to do something with.
I've also done my more-or-less annual attempt at setting up the loom and weaving. This led Bob to coin the phrase "project induced Tourette's." I really love the idea of weaving--I've just never gotten the hang of actually doing it (maybe if I tried more than once a year . . .). For a simple set of dishtowels you measure 480 pieces of cotton yarn all the same length. You tie those onto the back roller of the loom and roll it up--with all the thread of equal and even tension. Then you take each one and thread it through a wire loop called a heddle in a specific order to create a specific pattern. Then you thread each one through a thing called a reed to keep everything spaced out. This all has to be in a straight line, otherwise they tangle together. Then you check it out, and rethread it through the reed again because you found mistakes that will cause a long skinny gap to show up in your fabric. Finally you tie it to the roller in the front, make sure every thread still has the same tension, and weave an inch or two to discover the mistakes you make in threading the pattern, untie those yarns and rethread and re-tension them, try it again, correct it again, and then you're ready to weave. Who came up with this? Or, more accurately, what Bob heard reverberating from the room was more like "WHAT SICK MASOCHISTIC SON OF A ****** INVENTED THIS????"
Fortunately I got through all of this before Bob found an injured cardinal that is now recuperating in the room (because that's the only no-cat room in the house). Mr. Chips gets upset easily so I have to be quiet in the room. But I'm now down to the weaving, which is actually quite peaceful and going well. (no picture of Mr. Chips--he freaks out if I take the cover off the cage, or even peek under it. I change out his food at night.)
It hasn't all been run-around crazy, though. I saw this lounge on sale and didn't even try to resist. The weather has been glorious (when it hasn't been Too Cold or Too Hot) and I and a good book (or two) have been spending some quality time together.
Maybe I should take more lessons from Apache.
(and forgot to mention that we were also in the annual Camp Gordon Johnston parade--it is definitely ADD time for me.)