I know you thought you would be coming to see this Saturday's mountain sky, but that will have to wait for tomorrow and be dubbed "Sunday Sky" as this is the last day of June, and I am skidding a post in with my UFO Resurrection for this month, my sorely neglected Seraphim.
Now, why, you might ask, am I picking a heavy woolen shawl, grown to need only its last 40 rows, as one of my summer UFOs to attack? Well, you see I am feeling just a tad bit guily. Not something you hear around these parts much, eh?
It's just that next Sunday, just a few hours more than a week from now, I will be getting together with a group of spinners at Anna's, and the yarn for this project is from HER sheep. It should be done and show-off worthy, but it's not. I set it aside near the beginning of 2007, distracted by the Hidcote Garden KAL and haven't managed to finish either! I made some progress this week, but when each row has over 200 stitches, it is slow going. The lovely, long feathers of chart two are almost done, leaving the shorter (but longer-rowed even still) chart three and edging chart left to complete the shawl.
Oh, and I am running out of yarn. There won't be enough of the charcoal two-ply laceweight Anna had spun from her carefully-coated Coopworth flock. It is really more like a fingering weight, but no matter what it is called, I am running low. Maybe even almost on fumes. Hmmm. I had asked her to hold another skein for me (they are large skeins and that would finish me up) but that was months ago. She probably gave up on me by now and sold it off to someone else. I could beg for the same weight in any of the natural colors her sheep produce and make a lovely edging effect. If I am lucky. If she isn't out.
It looks like I will be showing up with an almost-finished shawl and a dangling end, unless I give up sleep and work and spin up the silvery roving I have from the same flock and try to create a similar yarn. Except that I can't spin that fine, at least not to date. I am trying to remain mellow and take it one row at a time... this is a lovely, heavy winter shawl that would end up draped over my chair or wrapped around me a lot. A solution is just beyond my field of vision.