Where does the time go? I seem to mentally "write" blog posts daily, but they never seem to make it from my head to my fingers! And, damn!, I've "written" some great ones too!
Knitting seems to have been my preoccupation for the past couple of months. Socks, a sweater, more socks and even a scarf - I loathe knitting scarves!
I finally blocked my beautiful Lysistrata sweater yesterday after she's hung for a month on AnnaBeth, my new dressmaker's dummy.
This has to be finished this week because I want to wear it next week when I go to Virginia. Nothing like waiting until the next-to-the-last minute!
As I cast on yet another project last night, I kept getting a whiff of burning hair. Not much, just a whiff. The Michaels smelled it too, but no one seemed too concerned. I went through the house sniffing and smelling, but the scent alluded me. I sat back down. No more smell. Then the smell came again. What was burning?
As I headed off to bed, there it was! That smell!
I sniffed until my sniffer was sore and I was about to pass out from near hyperventilation.
Have you ever smelled a wet alpaca? Yeah. Me neither, but between you and me, wet alpaca smells just like burning hair. How do I know? Because that allusive smell was my blocked sweater which I knit from 100% alpaca yarn.
So if you're in the Northern Virginia area next week and smell the scent of burning hair, it's just me wearing my new sweater.
