Niddy-noddied

 

I ran out of daylight before I could take a picture of my new drumcarder and newly-spun fibre. I can never decide whether or not to use the flash. This time, the flash made a not bad job, if you forget about the fact that the blend is far more autumnal, much less pink. Here's the drumcarder hiding behind a newly-carded bat - must try to get a daylight picture of the fibre, it's so much nicer. The orange glow completely masks the array of browns, rusts, yellows, pinks and a hint of green. Maybe a combination of both these snaps would show the true colors? When the yarn grows up it's going to be a singles scarf.

On the entertainment front, I really wish I liked Fairport Convention. No, I really wish I liked them. Last night I had to endure more than an hour of them at the Celtic Connections Festival. I have what I would regard as a reasonably catholic (small'c' intended) taste in music, but I just cannot get into this group. I could see that everyone else was thoroughly enjoying themselves, and as musicians they weren't half bad, but I was still in a little bubble of my own. Still, Mr India has come along to many things (including Rocky Horror - twice) that he would rather have given a miss, so I took refuge in a bit of mental fibre craft and the evening dragged hellishly on soon passed.

I'm still working on sock number two but have also added a cardi in Noro Blossom - I needed a little something I didn't have to think about. On the blogging front, I am considering whether or not I should have my pics of Aragorn actually on my blog - I didn't see a copyright notice, but have a sneaking suspicion I am probably breaking copyright somewhere. In the meantime, I am going to remove him (sob!) and add a link at some point.....

Now I'm off to soak in some bubbles in readiness for Luca at 8.00pm - don't ya just love it when ER is back?