Leftovers
The fridge is cleared of Christmas leftovers now so let’s start on the camera card. On New Year’s Eve I decided to see off the last of the cashmere. I’ve been spinning it on and off since July, five minutes here. ten minutes there, and after all that time I’d reached the point where I wanted it to be finished. 
I finished the last little bit of fluff in the morning and plied it in the afternoon. In the end, after all that time I ended up with just under 350 yards which I was totally disappointed with. I’d been expecting much more because it had looked to be fine enough but what I hadn’t taken into account was that there was only 36g in total. I don’t think that I ever weighed the bag of cashmere, if I had then I’d probably have bought a bit more to eke it out.
This is a caterpillar that slipped onto the needles just before Christmas. He’s legless at the moment because I packed the yarn away during the great festive clear up and I haven’t worked up the courage to start unpacking the bags of yarn. The purple is an odd bit of Falkland from the big bag I had, it is lovely and soft and I was pleased with it. I was pleased with the orange too, that was a random assortment of similar coloured fibre from the bit box. The idea was that I started with a provisional cast on and worked the head, then Daniel knitted down the neck until it was long enough or he ran out of yarn. The reality was that he knitted one stripe and I made the rest. The bit he did was very good, his tension has much improved.
I finished off the inkle braid and then another and this is the next. They don’t have much impact on the yarn stash but this one should make a dent in that thousand gold beads that I have. I’m still playing with variegated yarn, the grey is a solid but the other is a yellow/grey/orange handspun with a long colour run. As it happens I’ve ended up with something that just looks unbalanced but there’s some hope that the colours change along the length of the braid. Even if they don’t it will still make a strap for a bag made from this fabric and I will have learned something about floating selvedges.
The dog had only one present in his stocking but it was exactly what he wanted. He showed no interest in other people’s presents because there was nothing to compare to his squeaky burger. He did have a bit of trouble getting to his usual snoozing spot under the tree given that someone had stuffed the space with gifts but he did the best that he could.
